Spring's Secret Song Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Spring comes in its own time,
silent as a hidden breath,
trailing winter's icy grace
to adorn the dawn
with quiet majesty.

The mountains at dawn
recall the divine beauty
of a paradise lost—
its radiance folded into
the bouquet of
Spring roses.

Snowflowers of frost and fear
have withered;
no footprints linger,
no petals remain.

Yet deep within the heart,
the Everblossom awakens,
its petals of dawn stirring
with the pulse of immortality.

The green meadows call softly,
where flowers bloom
without command,
pure, untainted,
growing in the rhythm of the unseen.
How can such hidden sanctuaries
exist atop winter's frozen peaks?

I inhale
the divine breath of life;
my soul thaws,
my heart hums
like a lute strummed
by a silent shepherd
beneath midnight skies,
its music threading through
storm and calm.
Here, peace resides—
unshaken, eternal.

Spring has returned to the secret
chambers of the world.
Life's song echoes
in the trill of birds,
the murmur of trees,
the sigh of winds,
the whisper of rivers.

Winter's fog dissolves.
The breeze of Spring dances,
weaving light into motion,
threading cosmos with soul—
as above, so within,
like sunlight through thawing leaves.

I wandered alone through wilderness,
and now I journey home, alone.
Countless paths converge, whispering
in the silent tongue of the Absolute—
Spring is no longer outside.
It is the inner melody,
the eternal song of oneness,
resonating in every hidden corner
of the tenfold directions.

—September 11,2025