Dissolve Into The Silent Stream Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Dissolve—
into that silent stream
where the self fades away,
leaving only a drop of light.

Don't ask—
whispers fall silent,
lamps burn out,
answers slip into shadows—
there's only the mirage,
and a well of ancient secrets.

But remember,
each veil that falls
brings a new story;
and every dark night
invites the dawn's first light.

So break the chain—
that dims your spirit,
wandering lost
through alleys of illusion.

Only then
will you enter
the valley of first light—
a spark left burning
by a traveler long gone,
a prayer whispered into stillness—
so your nights may glow again.

Break this chain—
and find the same annihilation,
the same union,
the same rapture,
the same quiet peace—
woven into your fate.

This is the place—
of fading,
of whispers,
of oneness—
where you find
and lose yourself;
where the spark flares anew,
speaking the language
of divine longing.

This is the secret
hidden deep in the Sufi's heart,
the traveler's final rest.
Break the chain first—
only then
will you reach yourself,
and the vast cosmos.

—November,26,2025