The Infinite Being Poem by Mystic Qalandar

There was—
and was not—
before the first breath,
beyond the last sigh,
a Being who is
neither existence
nor void's expanse.

Behind every question,
with eyes closed, He stands.
Within every answer,
far beyond,
a hush,
a hidden whisper.

A flame flowing
through forever's silence.
Each wave holding
oceans in a single drop.
In every atom,
a world's yearning trembles—
the unseen pulse of eternity.

No path, no goal,
no dawn, no dusk.
Yet every moment rises new
like morning on the face of being.
Every instant blooms,
melting into the infinite.

What has passed is not lost.
What comes waits not in exile.
Every trace dissolves softly into air;
every sound wears quiet's dignity.

This drift of words,
this journey of meaning,
this ache of seeking, this stir of knowing—
all echo the One.

Annihilation?
Merely the turning of a face,
a name transformed in a timeless hour.
Not eternal rest,
but the mirror shifting its light.

Thus dawn deepens.
Buds open and fade.
Stars fall into song.
The sun arrays new fields.

Life beats through death.
Beginnings kiss endings.
Light stirs in darkness;
promise breathes in every tunnel.

So rise.
Embrace the wind.
The Eternal knows your name.
You, too, are a current in the stream,
a color in the meadow of Oneness.

This endless dance,
this hymn of being—
where breath clings and turns to music—
this is Truth,
peering through every veil.

Awake.
Break the fortress of dreams.
Set time's chain aflame.
You are eternal, undying,
cradled in every form
by the One who is All.

—November,18,2025