The Eternal Song (A Melody Dissoves— returning In Effably to Its Source) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Within the mind's quiet sanctum,
a tempest of sound arises—
an echoing carnival,
a dance—
through forgotten corridors
of time.

Then silence falls—
the sacred rhythm
of a boundless, unmoving
sea of stillness.

From the infinite void,
awakensthe primordial tone—
subtle, radiant, tender, ethereal—
struck by unseen hands
of the Eternal Musician,
plucked by the divine plectrum
of unifying Love.

This is the melody of Being—
a gentle caress
upon the fortress of the soul.
I dissolve into its sacred resonance,
flowing with the tide
of melting notes,
each note merging into the next,
forming the cosmic instrument
of absolute harmony.

I am not lost—
I am found,
in the deepest truth
where silence breathes:
I am not the song—
I am the music that sings.

Union—
my eyes trace
the sacred geometry of sound;
my soul stands entranced in wonder.
How fathomless this radiance,
to witness Music as the Whole,
its echoes reverberating
through the hollows of my being.

No self remains—
no song, no boundless sea—
only the One singing through me,
each note a breath of His Essence,
each breath the turning of the cosmos,
spinning endlessly on Love's eternal axis.

— October,23,2025