The Light Of Nothingness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

My lone God—my Father,
held in the stillness of His thought—
In remembrance He abides,
and in His remembering, I am known.
When daylight folds itself into silence,
a gentle hush descends;
A quiet shadow settles over me,
and suddenly, I am free.

Adonai—a voice unfurls
from the Throne of Light;
Time draws in its breath,
and the path is shown before me.
I know I am but dust
carried on the wandering wind,
Yet He binds my fleeting breath
to the first light of day.

He rests this fragile soul
within the vast and wordless sphere,
Inside the endless cosmos—
soft, immense, serene.
What mystery moves through the night,
casting its tender spell?
I dissolve within
my own ever-living flame.

Who is He who,
beyond the final decree of Day,
Speaks, "Rise by My command, "
and seals the scars of life?
From the hidden chambers of my heart
a plea arises—
a whisper returning to its Origin,
calling from afar.

In His remembrance
my thirst grows deep and pure;
Toward barren deserts
He turns my seeking gaze.
He directs the hunger
woven through my mortal tasks
Along the subtle pathways
of blessed nothingness.

I stand beneath the darkened sky
as rain wets my trembling form,
Learning to listen
for the footsteps of light.
The light of nothingness—
yet wholly, unmistakably the same:
A twin radiance beckoning me gently
into the night.

And so I move
toward that living trace of brilliance
that travels through all shadow
and enters the secret core.
It tears me open without pain,
inviting me to embrace
the truth that waits
beyond the skin of every ending.

— November,8,2025