Waves Of Gold Hum Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Waves of gold hum
through the secret sanctuaries of my heart.
Your voice—an echo from before memory—
borne upon the hush of unseen stars.

The inner ear tilts
toward the trembling edge of silence;
violet shadows bloom, solemn grays unfold—
and the wind carries veiled whispers
from mountains carved of prayer,
from rivers where time drinks its own reflection.

Time folds upon itself,
a luminous fabric of entwined layers—
and I am carried beyond measure,
suspended in a breath without beginning,
a silence vast, infinite, eternal.

The sky rains tears of liquid light;
each heartbeat tolls like a sacred bell,
rising, dissolving
into the endless fog of the One.

Stars shiver in hidden adoration,
moons sway in ecstatic orbit.

I dissolve into your reverberating Word—
the unstruck music,
secret and eternal—
streaming from every direction:
constellations chanting the forbidden name,
golden filaments stitched into sighing oceans,
leaves trembling with remembrance,
planets turning in silent surrender.

It is a song for all existence,
yet only those who vanish into listening
will ever hear.

—October 1,2025