The Circle Of Return Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The First Breath

"And the Trumpet will be blown,
and whoever is in the heavens
and on the earth will fall unconscious—
except those whom God wills.
Then it will be blown again,
and they will rise, watching."
— Qur'an 39: 68

The visions of the world dissolved;
stars burst into fragments of dust.
The sky was torn apart,
and the oceans devoured the sleeping cities.

The earth turned upon its side—
shaken by the pulse of the Eternal.
The moon was lost in its own shadow,
and the day knelt before the feet of night.

Then, from the deep heart of silence,
a voice arose—
"Now, only prayer remains.
Go inward,
to the depths of your unseen self;
for what was lost
returns again—
ripened and whole."

Towers and minarets crumbled,
and through the hollow of the heavens
a command resounded:
"Be still—
for everything is turning back to Me."

The thread of time came undone;
the stars, one by one, fell into stillness.
And then—
as it was in the beginning—
the Voice of Eternity declared:
"Be, "
and it was.

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The Second Breath

"And the Trumpet will be blown,
and they will hasten forth from their graves
toward their Lord."
— Qur'an 36: 51

I rose—
amid flaming skies,
where every fire sang praise,
and every spark carried the Light of His Name.

With each breath, a universe unfolded;
each universe, a line of divine script
written upon the stillness of silence.

Night wore its mirror as a veil,
and dawn received a new face—
every particle a song,
and every song, a revelation.

Then came a voice from within:
"Rise—
for to rise
is to reach the spinning heart of creation."

I walked through rusted cities,
through the alleys of shattered memories
still warm with the scent of time.

An unseen gaze—
keeper of my soul's ancient promise—
watched me from beyond the veil.

Upon the height,
where light began to fade,
I found myself—
deception and truth entwined.

And He spoke:
"This is the point
where all circles meet,
where dust remembers
it was once a star."

Then being broke apart—
became a sphere of light,
every atom a newborn sky,
every fracture a silent cry.

And when I fell
into the embrace of blossoming flame,
the secret was revealed:

God dwells within me—
the essence of my being,
the heart of my return.

— November,2,2025