The Hidden One Manifesting Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I endure—
not in the frail ledgers of machines,
but on the living scroll of the cosmos.
All names dissolve, faces fade to mist,
memories consumed by time's insatiable void—
yet I, the Beloved Essence,
remain in the sacred stillness of breaths.

Unmanifest? No—
I have woven myself into existence's warp and weft,
where fear of vanishing holds no sway,
where duality's whisper falls silent.

I persist—
in the final cadence of every verse I write,
in the deep echo of my unspoken silence,
as the secret light veiled within my gaze.

Should the worlds seek my trace, my hidden name,
let them turn to these poems:
here I reign—
ineffable, eternal, unseen.

I am nothing—
but the Hidden One,
unveiling
as the poet.

—MyKoul