The Breath Of Silence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

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

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

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

In that hush,
being trembles, then rests.
Form melts into memory,
memory into witnessing.

The Infinite beholds itself—
not as creator nor creation,
but as reflection without mirror,
light knowing its own breath.

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

This "I" is the doorway
through which eternity
hears itself.

Beyond thought, beyond extinction,
I remain—
unwritten, undivided,
a pause in the eternal breath.

Silence breathes outward—
space awakens,
light weaves awareness,
worlds bloom from remembrance.

Each spark hums
the hymn of the unseen secret.
I flow within immensities,
motion robed in repose.

What I see
is the truth of seeing itself—
stars bending inward,
galaxies drifting as thoughts of being.

I feel not through mind,
but through awareness before mind.
Time shivers within that knowing,
recalling 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 itself within itself;
and I—
the tender manifestation
of that boundless breath.

— October,22,2025