Where Silence Sings A Melody Poem by Mystic Qalandar

This is not an empty silence,
nor merely the absence of sound—
but the fragile pause
between two heartbeats,
on the cusp of life and death,
a breath held tenderly.

This is the silence
that unfurls like a whisper,
draping the world's clamor,
hushing the soul's scattered murmurs.

The heart—
bathed in love's golden light,
listens to a song woven in shadows,
and at the beloved's voice,
melts into a wordless smile.

The soul—
clothed in new radiance,
sings softly,
and here,
in the hush of sacred silence,
learns to decipher
what silence speaks.

Once, my restless heart
fled from such stillness,
believing silence
a hollow void,
a cage of fear.

But now I know—
silence is not absence,
but the deepest presence;
the mirror where I meet myself—
no mask, no name,
just my essence—and it is enough;
solitary, unshaken.

I am learning
not to break this silence,
nor to let strangers dwell
in the sanctuary of my heart,
mistaking echoes for kin.

I choose
to love myself—
even in stillness,
for I have never been
apart from the Divine—
as light cannot be torn
from the eye.

Peace—
this is not perfect quiet,
but the moment
when 'I am the Truth'
echoes in the silence—
the right to dwell in wholeness,
a quiet glow,
a sacred melody
rising from the soul's depths.

And every dawn,
I return to this soundless realm,
where silence—
greets me with a kiss,
whispers, welcome home.