Dawn Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The earth is my eternal floor,
the sky my only roof.

The moon and stars, silent,
shower their light upon me
as though flowers bloom
in this dwelling of mine.

The moon, in borrowed radiance,
bathes my existence in light
even through the darkness of night.
It asks no name,
pours through the shadows
a rain of cool, tender light
upon my being.
It touches roofs woven from hope,
and never leaves me
wholly alone.

The wind never comes empty-handed.
Against my skin it carries
the scent of my ancient home.
It touches my aching face,
and passes,
leaving me steeped
in fragrance warmer than memory,
more sacred than prayer.

Golden light gleams
from the windows of my heart—
laughter, melodies, music
warming my nights.

I have seen light and song
embrace,
and watched them
take me too
into their arms,
concealing me
from myself.

Then I understood:
I had wrapped my own arms
around myself,
and my heart kept whispering
that these were no other's arms.

How strange—
the heart, in its intensity,
beats with such gentleness,
shaping its own echo
into an eternal sound
I hear through night and day.

The consciousness flowing beneath
remembers the primeval rain of mercy,
as the sky remembers
every star it has held—
those that have died,
those being born.

I thought: why should the remembering soul
journey far?
My soul is not a falling star
that passes overhead and vanishes.

I closed my eyes and spoke no word;
some longings fear
words intruding on their silence.

Why wish for anything else,
lying beneath this open sky?

The greatest blessing—
I woke this morning.

Dawn scatters gold
on silent stones,
and I give thanks
to the One of the sky
for this imperishable morning,

and celebrate this truth—
I have found
the Dawn of Eternity.

—MyKoul