The Return Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Love's path opened—
the heart surged, restless, newborn.
They said: Go where lovers sit with God,
where mercy blooms,
where the seed of longing takes fire.

I entered the storm of that assembly—
seekers ablaze with thirst,
faces plain, garments bare,
no cloak of light, no glittering beads.

Then rose the hymn of the first dawn—
a breath of eternity,
the song God sang
before time was formed.

I asked the one who spoke
in the tongue beyond words:
What vision is this?
Why am I called?

He replied with the eye of power:
I am your Lord,
your beginning, your return.

Truth struck like flame.
I knew my fate, my essence.

Now—desert or temple,
it matters not.
No fashioned prayer remains,
only the Word,
echoing without end.

I hear with the soul's ear,
I see with the eye behind eyes.
I turn to the first script—
to the pen, to the ink of origin.

Each breath a reply—Present—
to the Eternal Breath
that upholds me.
Threadbare, between dust and light,
I walk back into the beginning.

—September 17,2025