The Recognition Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Unmanifested has a right
to rise and be.
From the deepest silence,
a roar emerges.

What was erased
will rise again.
Behind the veil of oblivion,
a new breath begins.

Every motion,
every sound of creation,
whispers a clue
to my lost name.

Every atom,
every wave,
becomes the silent call
of my own being.

Rise!
Step out of these dark sleeps
where even dreams
have gone mute.

A red vine or a blue cow—
colors shift,
but reality stands as one.

Choose what you will,
but open your eyes—
beyond form
lies another face of truth.

Every shape, every reflection
is but a veil for the eternal.

Those still lost
in the caves of ignorance—
the light of Oneness
reaches them faintly.

And those who bear
bloodstains on stone—
unknowingly,
they wound themselves.

This is the mark of lovers:
those who silently sever
the throat of their ego,
who dive into the soul's abyss
and learn to breathe
in the shade of the Tree of Life.

They recognize
the mirror within—
where I was,
and so were you.

And when the reflection turned,
a small Adam appeared—
neither child nor elder,
nor bound by age—
only the same being
who has existed since forever.

Not confined by time,
not shaped by thought—
just a pure light,
just a single question.