When Silence Speaks Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Do you spin from threads of thought—
a veil drawn over the heart's vast emptiness—
or does this silence wear the gown
of a vision newly born?

Is this void the self's last mask,
or the boundless sea
where a trembling drop
knows itself as the ocean's pulse?

Do your words—robed in beauty—
conceal the Real,
or are they the very song of Truth
whispering
that all separation is a dream?

These scattered motes,
these splintered sights—
in the sun of Oneness
are only drifting dust.
Here, no self remains, no other—
only the one Heart
beating in every breast.

So let illusion's tangled vines wither;
let every veil dissolve to light.
For when the soul grows sincere,
artifice falls.
Then only courage is required
for the call of Unity to rise—

until all things
return to Him
and rest in Him alone.

And then—
when silence starts to speak,
words lose their way;
every meaning
leans into the listening.

And the heart, at last, can say:
I am not You—
and You are none but me.

There is annihilation.
There is abiding.
The First Light.
The Eternal One.

—November,11,2025