The First Breath Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In silence—
a thought of the Divine awakens,
a hidden wisdom rising
through the clearing of old names.

Guided by a whisper—
intuition, revelation—
roots reach inward,
searching for the source
where unity begins to bloom.

Eyes, once shadowed, open
to the hush of vision.
Hearts, emptied, then filled,
soften to cradle
the river of consciousness.

The breath descends—
carrying unspoken knowledge,
the light that shapes us,
the wisdom that makes seeing
possible.

We move, quietly—
purpose unfolding
with each inhalation.
Not for praise,
but to become wind
within the silence,
a bridge lifted
by hands that hold to wholeness.

To carry that name—
weightless, yet drawn deep—
a joy renewing
with each uncertain dawn.

We walk into darkness
with a light
that grows by giving.
Breathing,
we borrow the first breath—
the breath of knowing,
the breath that begins
all things.

— October 4,2025