The Hidden Scrolls Break Open Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The hidden scrolls break open—
their pages breathe, still and bare.
No word, no sound—
only the name Hu,
a silent circle without end.

I am remembered through me,
forgotten through me.
Such is the quiet rhythm of being—
none beside me,
for I am my own knowing,
my own light unfolding.

When the echo dissolves into light,
silence remains—
alive, aware,
remembering itself through Hu,
in the calm gaze
of Cardler.

—November,4,2025