A Divine Voice Stirs Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beneath the blazing chinār,
I rest, gazing into time.
Petals drift—
each a tender vow,
an unbreakable covenant
with the unseen.

And there I dissolve
into a primordial offering,
where eternity claims me.

A divine voice stirs,
breath warming the heart's core.
Hu hums through the wind,
tasted in a single throb—
eternity folded into flesh.

No fear now
of the Eternal closing,
of fracture.
All things pulse Hu,
see Hu, whisper Hu
to the heart laid bare.

Beneath the tree,
stripped to root-truth,
I learn:
true love clings to nothing.
It welcomes fully,
feels without boundary,
then blossoms,
gentle, into the All.

—January,13,2026