The Silent Script Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I never tilled the soil of poetry,
Nor climbed the stairways
of hidden knowledge—
Yet an echo
from the covenant of eternity
descended upon my lips,
And I became the dance
of the river of the Unseen.

A point flashed
behind the veil of silence,
Trembling, radiant—
like the resonance of "Be! "
A pulse of light stirred
the unfathomable expanse.
It was never my intent,
Only a wandering spark
that touched the clay.

That spark grew—
unfolded seven firmaments;
Each wave reshaped my being,
Each surge melted
the marrow of essence.
I drifted in rivers
Uncharted upon any map.
Every wave sang of annihilation,
Every ebb whispered permanence.

It ceased to be
a descent into script,
And became manifestation—
A voice rising from
its own deep source,
As if etched upon
the tablet of the heart:
"The eternal breath
that I infused
into him of My Spirit."

The heart transformed into
a compass, a vessel of healing—
In every breath,
both restless and serene.
Verse upon verse,
layer upon layer,
I stripped away
the husks of old narrative
And discovered
horizons of creation,
Where the ego—
dissolving like vapor—
Shimmered into
the boundless sky.

This current carried me—
No fear now of death's silence.
The flame of the mind was quenched,
And in that quiet extinguishing
A horizon of bliss unfolded—
Like a dawn without end,
A reflection of the Light
of Surah An-Nur.

I drifted with the rhythm
of that channel,
My restlessness dissolved
within its pulse.
The veils of multiplicity fell away—
And Unity was born
within their tattered folds.

This is the hidden wave—
an echo beyond words,
Inscribing letters upon heart and soul.
The universe sways to its melody.
Thoughts whirl in its vortex.
Upon each breath
flows the remembrance of the Infinite.

I never sought to become a poet,
Never prayed to be a mystic—
Yet became both,
As eternity inscribed upon the silent tablet,
Its river flowing through me still.

—September 26,2025