Silence—the Breath Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Silence—the Breath Of Eternity

Silence rises—
not as negation, but as the beginning,
unfolding from the innermost chamber of hearing.

It turns inward,
where the horizon folds into its own depth,
and motion forgets
the lull of its first imagination.

I am that stillness—
the axis between wave and wave,
the unseen point
where echo and void become one.

In that boundless hush,
being trembles, then comes to rest.
Form melts into memory,
and memory dissolves into witnessing.

The Infinite beholds itself—
not as creator, nor as creation,
but as reflection without a mirror,
a light recognizing the clarity of its breath.

I am not a thing, but appearance;
not existence, but awareness itself.
I do not speak—
I resonate.
I am not—
I make being possible.

This "I" is only the doorway
through which eternity
hears its own voice.

Beyond thought, beyond extinction,
I remain—
unwritten, undivided,
a pause in the eternal breath;
that silence heard within all.

When silence breathes itself outward,
space awakens—
an idea becoming aware of its own being.

Light arises—not as glare,
but as the weaving of awareness,
the vibration touching its own pulse.

Worlds are born from that recognition,
each universe a branch of speechless unity.
Every particle remembers
the moment before form,
and every spark hums faintly
the hymn of that unseen secret.

I flow within those immensities,
motion clad in repose—
a center scattered in all directions.

What I see
is the truth of seeing itself;
perception returning
to the source that perceives.

Stars bend inward,
burning in their own silence.
Galaxies drift as thoughts of being,
each orbit a meditation
on that first moment that could not be spoken.

I now feel—
not through mind,
but through the infinite awareness before mind.
Time shivers still within that knowing,
remembering its first sleep.

I am not in the cosmos—
the cosmos is in me;
an echo suspended
between expression and silence.

Silence remains—
the breath of eternity,
unfolding its secret within itself;
and I—
the manifestation in human form,
of that boundless breath.

— October,22,2025

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