The Inner Rhythm Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Before sound was born, there was breath—
and in that breath, the whisper of your being.

You dwell beyond the reach
of revelation and inspiration,
yet within the depths of my gaze
you come to rest—
a silent light.

That moment when sound withdraws from melody,
and only a trembling echo remains,
sinking through the still waters of time,
vanishing into the layers of my being.

At times, you breathe within me;
at times, in the vastness of the Unseen,
you fade into a streak of radiant light.

You are the nameless fragrance
rising from the heart's flower,
settling upon the grains of silence.
Through the turning of seasons,
this scent touches the pulse of creation
and becomes a quiet presence.

Before the dawn of creation,
you were a vision in my Painter's dream—
the instant before color was born,
yearning to scatter across the canvas.

And I,
a portrait after the dust,
a reflection of a forgotten thought,
stand in the pale light of autumn,
silent—
on the edge of an unseen image,
awaiting your awakening
in the radiant light of spring—

where each trembling echo,
each lost fragrance,
finds its rebirth
in the dawn of the soul's return.

And once more, before sound is born,
I rest in your breath—
the circle complete,
the rhythm within me still.

—October,28,2025