The Hidden Traveller (Beneath The Transparent Skies) Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beneath transparent skies,
a silent light —
a being
softly shimmering.

No distance,
no sanctity —
only love
for the eye that remembers.

In the breath of stillness,
I ask:
why such grace?

From silence,
a voice —
peace unfolds within.

The winds recede,
thoughts grow calm.
Mornings of the heart converge;
each pulse ripens
in unseen harmony.

Time grows tender.
The voice — subtle, deep.
The free sun,
a bird of light,
dancing in Truth.

The earth beneath —
a golden vibration.
I travel this clay vessel
since the dawn of being —
without dust,
without weariness.

Infinite reflections
of Divine Light
breathe within.
I am the hidden traveller.

Through the eye of insight —
even without this form,
I walk,
reaching always
the heart of all things.

Silent,
the Tablet of Reality unfolds;
threads loosen,
the secret tunnels open.

— October,25,2025