The Veil Of Nothingness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

On paths without names,
breath slips through unnoticed—
a fading ember in Time's quiet craft.
It drifts in the hush between moments,
gathering remnants of forgotten dawns,
carrying whispers of light
the world no longer remembers.

Once a mote woven in the vast divine loom,
now dust with a concealed hunger—
born of the void that kindled the stars,
dissolving into boundless air,
yet clinging still to a faint echo of self.

A whisper unfolds oceans
within a single droplet;
the cosmos rests in every unseen mote—
why then does solitude swell
through this infinite expanse?
Is this fractured mirror of forgetting
the final veil,
scattering shards of the primal One?

There was One who heard
the pulse beneath my silence,
who glimpsed the hollows
between my breaths.
Now even I forget
the scent of my essence,
the face hidden beneath the dust.
I wander as my own forgotten shadow—
still, untethered.

Birds chant their silent dhikr,
trees etch their verses into eternity.
I linger—a veiled stanza
within this sacred vastness,
where silence and sound alike
breathe the alchemy of Being.

Anonymity—
the sanctum of Truth,
the first and final sigil.
With each breath,
the sacred art of unbeing unfolds,
revealing a Reality beyond form.

My sum and my void—
becoming ineffable:
utterly nothing,
infinitely One.

— November,16,2025