The Breath Beyond Creation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Leave the narrowing corridors of scent and hue.
I am the breath that precedes all horizons—
the exhale from which stars awaken.

Let sound dissolve into the dreaming air,
let light drink from its own source.
This is not departure—
this is the unveiling that erases distance.

My silence gathers around you,
like the first dawn before dawn was named.
Truth begins to stir
where no echo has ever fallen.

The very heavens veil their faces,
and the tremor of unseen worlds
is cradled in My gaze.

Rise—before remembrance takes flight,
before the wind scatters
the hidden syllables of your being.

You dwell in a city of mirrors;
every orbit traces My pattern,
every reflection yearns for the forgotten whole.
Justice is but a shadow
cast by the brilliance of My nearness,
and melody—the faint, fading echo
of a oneness splintered into tone.

Descend—
for I am the shoreless ocean within your own depths.
When your heart is a desolate plain,
My remembrance becomes the air you breathe.

Rivers of luminous silence
flow in the dark beneath all things.
Every breath is drawn from My essence,
every longing returns to its home in Me.

Still, the patient rhythm of the dawn
listens for the cadence of My name.
The tents of being shimmer, unspoken,
in the cathedral of My presence.

You have not passed beyond the veils I have drawn.

Now—on the trembling edge
between uncreated dream and awakening,
where the first word is born from silence—
I am the Breath beyond Creation

—October,28,2025