Divine Whispers Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Voices rise from knowing's horizon,
whispers that kindle a deeper fire,
each recalling the Source,
each known by the One who remembers.

They dwell in unseen correspondence,
where form reflects its meaning,
binding what is delicate and daring
within Being's single act.

Roots drink from the unseen Real,
that ground older than shape—
names born of love,
each form a moment of God,
revealing himself to be seen.

—January, 22,2026