Tomorrow At Dawn Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Tomorrow at dawn, when the land
wears its white shroud of snow,
I will leave. A song lingers still
for the Rose that withdrew
into the silence beyond form.

She waits—not as a flower, but a space
within the vast. Through forests
where silver blossoms hold the light of ages,
to the peaks where Mahadev sits,
cloaked in the white phiran of eternity—
the stillness where all beginnings sleep.

No more a self, no more a name.
I walk inward, eyes closed to the world's veil,
where only the breath unfolds—
a solitary figure, a prayer folded
beneath the shifting shawl of thought.

Yet here, in this utter emptiness,
the first spark ignites: the hour
when breath and being fuse,
and the face of the Self is known
in its own unending gaze.

Then, arrival.
The offering laid at the feet of the Formless:
a wreath of silent green light—
the essence poured forth,
an unspoken pact complete.
The spiral turns,
and the circle is whole.

—November,14,2025

1. Mahadev stands for Supreme Deity, named differently in different cultures.