Beyond Time Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Beyond all limits of ages and eras,
you will find no ordinary, mortal being—
save those luminous sages
who see the ancient secrets of the cosmos
hidden within time's buried forms.

They gather quiet heartbeats from the breast of night
like drops of dew,
and in the form of momentary inspiration
place them inside the human heart.

Then truth, unveiled,
not like a gentle shawl—
but like the first light of morning
descends upon eyelashes
and restores to things their original names.

Then it echoes—
without distance, without dissonance—
from across the void,
scattering whispers into the present.

These whispers become bridges between worlds,
tearing through the veils of contradictory realities
toward a meta-reality—
where the bondage of unity's language breaks
and only rhythm remains,
like faith—beyond reason, beyond doubt.

This is the same ancient melody
that once was the song of Alast—
now flowing through the fibers of prose and verse,
welling up from springs of divine knowledge,
and like the scent of earth after rain,
breathes the fragrance of pristine eras.

Then once more, without cause, without a key,
the seal of mysteries opens of itself—
and meanings deep as oceans
emerge from within this melody:
like a star asleep for centuries
at the bottom of dark waters
suddenly opening its eyes.

That same ancient secret—
present in this melody,
in the cosmos,
and in you.

—MyKoul