The Primordial Melody's Subtle Voice Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The morning breeze—
riding its delicate instrument—
awakens life
in the hearts of cypresses
with silent grace.
A sound so soft...
it speaks
to the soul
from the edges of eternity.

On dew-laced grass,
the footsteps of First Dawn
still echo.
Each blade—
to a mindful heart,
to an illumined soul—
sends a tremor
of the song of beginnings.

The song of that eternal river
becomes a guide
through my quiet paths.
Its waves
call to me,
stirring forgotten memories
of Alast's covenant.

If you ever
behold that primordial stream,
know this—
it leads you
to the ancient sea
from which
you once emerged.

I hear the ocean's echo
within me.
My life—
with its silence
and its song—
is reborn each day.

The sun rises—
a golden sheen
settles gently
upon my face.
This light
is a silent promise
of the journey of life.

Until
we reach that place
from where the sun ascends,
I breathe
the fragrance
of both light and shadow,
of music and stillness.

And then,
I feel myself—
I am the day,
I am the night.
I am the voice,
I am the hush.

The leaves of duality
fall away in silence—
and walking upon them,
in nature's blue stillness,
a hidden cry of Hu
fills my heart and mind.

Then,
I am shaped anew
in unity—
no longer separate
from the world,
but one with it.

A soul as free
as a forest—
rooted deep in earth,
yet ever flowing
towards the sky.