The Truth Resounding Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When the clamor of thought falls away,
the soul inhales the breath of the Sacred,
as Silence unfolds her unseen hands
across the contours of creation.

In holy stillness,
the Divine intellect unfurls
like a midnight blossom—
revealing truths no master has spoken,
no scripture has inscribed;
and love, clothed in golden light,
stands before me—radiant, unveiled.

My heart murmurs the ineffable Word,
and listening, I awaken:
to myself,
to the pulse of life,
to the vastness of space,
to the river of time.

All dissolves—
into silence,
into luminous becoming,
into the embrace of love,
into the wellspring of truth.

One breath—
the primal wind.
One flame—
the hidden fire.
One soul—
the axis turning heavens within.

The stars in my spirit
sing with the chorus of stars above;
the rivers in my veins
mirror eternity's endless currents;
mountains rise in the marrow of my bones,
and oceans rest in the sanctuary of my depths.
All creation spirals inward,
seeking the center of Being,
the infinity at the heart of unity,
the truth resounding:

All is One,
and One is All.

— September 6,2025