The Boundless Return Poem by Mystic Qalandar

It is better to remember all—
That love lived beyond time;
When we were not yet words,
But a silent song,
Whispered from the void of primordial hush
By a Presence beyond presence.

Why fear,
If It calls again:
"Am I not your Lord? "
We shall smile and answer:
"Beloved—You are the First and the Last.
Even in timeless moments,
We sought refuge in Your radiance,
When Being was still immersed in its own glory,
And names were but dreams of meaning."

You say—our honor will fade?
No—
Honor fades only
When sincerity forgets
To plant the seeds of knowing.

If we spoke Beloved
Without the heart's true presence,
It was but a subtle test—
Where God
Saw Himself in His creation,
To help us realize:
Seeing, being seen,
And the divine unveiling—
All circle as One.

Our being—
A tremor woven with threads of light,
Concealed yet shining
Beneath the halo of sunlit truth.
This light is no mere apparition,
But the silent reflection of sacred grace.

Our true self—
The echo of the speaking soul,
The faint vibration of the word Be—
A breath that always
Returns toward its origin.

The embrace of Truth,
The gentle touch of Light,
Dissolves all confines—
Until even silence
Disowns its own existence.

No longing remains,
No union or separation—
Once we know
That beyond Be,
Nothing else truly is.

You whisper:
"Forget what has passed,
Let us dwell in the Now,
And answer again
Beloved to the primal call—
With the same certainty,
The same nearness."

Who knows
What tomorrow's veil conceals,
Except He
Who is silent on every lip,
Speaking in every heart?

When souls bow
In quiet surrender,
Time itself turns into praise.

Then, from primordial dusk,
A breath arises—
Subtle and boundless,
Falling softly on the heart,
Like eternity listening for its own return.

The breeze carries a voice, faint and tender,
Calling our name, saying:
"You are of Me,
And I shine within you."

Then, in the cosmos' sacred legacy,
Chants of waves unfold—
The universe bows in stillness
To bless our beginning,
So grace may join creation's hymn.

And in that light—
Comes the realization:
Love is the first faith,
And the last as well.
This is the secret of the primal covenant,
The eternal sequence,
The boundless return.

—October,19,2025