As The Whispering Ceases Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I smile into the mirror of the Eternal Now—
a single Ray fractaling all that seems to be,
each pulse of light remembering its Source.
No wish stirs the qalb's still expanse;
desire dissolves where Wujūd alone remains,
and every shadow flees the tyranny of dawn.

The final Hijab thins to fanā's radiant night:
no separate "I" survives the burning—
only Essence beholding Essence,
a boundless Oneness breathing all universes
in one, unbroken sigh of mercy.

Silent tajallī hums as cosmic thunder—
unheard, yet shattering every form to grace.
Each atom turns a prism of the hidden Face,
every moment a disclosure without end.

Existence is but Its dream, dreaming Itself,
and time bows, stunned, before this ceaseless Now.
I stand within the Real's final, naked gaze—
no veil left worth preserving, no name to chase.
All seeking shatters in the Sole Mirror's grace,
where seeker and Sought were never two.

This "me, " a whispered word, now falls away…
Only He, eternally self-known,
abiding as what has never not been—
the only Whisper that has ever spoken.

— January, 27,2026