Silent Radiance Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Your silence leans upon my eyes—
not sound, but breath, most tender,
a presence felt
as light that learns its own name.

Each moment holds an ancient conversation,
without alphabet.
One I call "I, " the other "you"—
between them beats a unity,
a heart vaster than the cosmos.

The dreams that escape our sight—
it is they who have always seen us;
through their gaze, we are perceived.
Your eyes: the still portrait of the Divine,
as if a timeless guest
now steps across the threshold.

Hands rise like an opening prayer,
flowers fading back into their color.
Who inscribes this imprint on the heart?
Between the Maker and the made,
only shadows live within the single light.

The picture we form
is the hand that shapes us.
The spring within the heart's garden
is not of seasons—
it is the moment of radiance
where thought, not petal, blooms.

We are not travelers here,
but the fragrance of the path.
You, the mist of time to come—
we gathered you into the instant of being.

Now, neither past nor future remains—
only a single breath,
where you and I
are two names for the same truth.

And love—
love is the weight the Maker bore,
going forth as us.
We move within His burden,
carried by His will.

In the end, we are not—
He is, seeing His own face in our silence

—November,5,2025