The Timeless Voice Poem by Mystic Qalandar

At twilight's edge,
a trembling hush descends;
The mountain stirs,
the listening earth attends.
A whisper calls me
by my secret name—
My heart ignites,
a spark becomes a flame.

I climb the path where
weary feet grow frail,
Yet Light walks with me—
vast, unveiled, and pale.
It scatters phantoms
of fear and night,
And tears the veil
from shadow, death, and lie.

With Soul's own flame,
I cleanse the inner skies,
I still the tongue
where restless echo hides.
The cloud enfolds,
the stones in silence sing;
The Voice within proclaims
the Nameless King.

I walk not alone through storm,
through fire, through night,
For Truth my fortress is,
my crown, my Light.
It draws me upward
through smoke and flame,
Toward Dawn
where Love and Law are one.

And on the height,
where silence burns as fire,
The Soul beholds the Face
all hearts desire.
The mountain quakes,
the final veil is torn;
The timeless Voice
within the heart is born.

—September 8,2025