The Horizon Within Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I gaze into the horizon's blue hush—
where perception thins,
where certainty leans into mystery,
and form drifts like a notion
in the mind's dim afterlight.

Each silence bears a hidden weight;
here, shadow yields to
what cannot be held—
a presence beyond all semblance,
where knowing and unknowing
fold into a single breath.

At times, I listen for the voice
threaded through all being—
a rhythm concealed in the wind,
a refrain beneath
the sea's slow breathing—
unspoken melodies shaping
the world's invisible order.

That song trembles through the heart—
originless, infinite, untethered—
moving like an idea outside of time,
stirring gently the memory of first light.

I seek its ground,
not through the eye's far reach,
nor by the scalpel of inquiry—
but by surrendering all measure,
inviting the mind to unmask itself,
illumined only by the inward flame.

The whisper nears—
not as sound, nor word, nor form—
a near-absence speaking
through absence,
a language unnamed, remembered only
when will and identity fall away.

Its essence—breath-like, subtle—
marks each being
with quiet persistence.
And in that echo arises the question:
"Do you recall your origin?
Am I not the One before all memory? "

Where the horizon dissolves,
seeking itself disappears;
what remains is single awareness—
an unmoving return,
the point from which all sound,
all questioning, began.

—October,27,2025