The Light Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

That Light —
Without beginning or end,
Self-radiant,
Lost in its own wonder.

No distance,
No direction—
Only a silence
Where knowing draws its breath.

Do not call to the songs outside.
Within the heart, an instrument waits,
Strung not for hands,
But for the touch of the void.

Its melody stills every word,
Turns all sound
To pure, unmoving light.

Intellect does not see.
It is the Light itself
Which, to behold itself,
Vanishes to be seen.

When knowledge becomes vision,
And vision, being —
Nothing remains
But the unveiled.

No old song, no new —
Only the breath of creation,
Flowing through eternity's memory,
Resonating in the solitude of each particle.

The soul — that silent instrument —
Pulses within the infinite.
From its rhythm, all melodies are born;
Into its resonance, all sounds
Merge into a single word— Truth.

Truth loves its lovers.
All illusions of separation
Dissolve in the mirror of justice.

By its utterance, worlds awaken.
By its breath, forms take shape.

When it commands — Be —
Silence finds its voice,
And existence answers.

So sing, O soul!
Sing within eternity's quiet heartbeat.
For all creation
Is one eternal harmony,
And every song
Returns to that single note—
The Song of Truth.

— October,25,2025