A Moment Of Intimate Stillness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A moment of intimate stillness,
the faint, almost-godly of action,
space between doing and not-doing,
between a sound and its echo,
between a memory and its feeling.
The mood reverberates:
Serene, calm posed,
deeply contemplative—
A suspension in the deep of stillness.

Through the quiet translucence of a page,
My gaze seeks without the grasp of words:
Not reading, not inscribing,
But tracing the faint contours
Of the ineffable, the unspeakable—
An inaudible murmur.

This search becomes a gentle surrender,
Held in slight, wandering orbits.
Threads of hidden melodies weave
Between silent lines,
Until the gaze ascends
From sacred script to the luminous sky—
A celestial mosaic glowing,
Unraveled in quiet witness.

From the book's inner sanctum
To the open scripture of the world,
Sunlit warmth unfolds slowly
Across the worn cover's folds,
Yielding later to the moon's cool breath—
A night pregnant with silent prayers,
Signals sent from the unseen.

As a lone flute dissolves
Into the sleek hush of post-midnight,
Even its music melts.
Night slips into dawn,
An effortless, silken passage,
Stirring winter's chill
Toward the quiet smile of spring.

—November,24,2025