The Flame That Never Dies Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When silence drapes the world in shadow,
and every known horizon fades from sight—
a flame, kindled by Eternity's own breath,
burns within the heart, unyielding to time.

A subtle fire—yet fearless, unconfined,
untouched by the dissolving dark of night.
It is the breath of being itself,
a vow from before the birth of thought.

When stars surrender their music to stillness,
this flame recalls the first awakening—
a secret woven from pure light,
returning to its unseen Source,
the final word within the heart of Nothingness.

It moves without haste or hunger,
its radiance tempered by quiet mercy—
a harmony no ear can hear,
a song that keeps the cosmos breathing.

It speaks no mortal language,
yet the listening heart will hear
what the universe has always said.

And when the night completes its longest curve,
I follow the memory of that fire.
For every darkness is a path toward arrival,
and within the stillest fold of silence
waits a dawn beyond all knowing.

—October,27,2025