Connected To Source Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I breathe the One—
the still, the unbroken.
I breathe the One—
the cosmic breath and will.

I think within the vessel—
clay shaped by water—
and all that rises in thought
is the One's speech.

The Speech: the First Command.
The Command: the One's Echo.

The brain:
a living chamber
where the Command takes form as thought,
where the Echo becomes word and deed,
and the unseen
moves into manifestation.

The soul does not create the Echo;
it receives,
reflects,
and acts through it.

The Echo:
a word spoken before silence.

The music of life:
that word—
connected to its Source.

—MyKoul