Echo Of The Song Kun Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When the soul descends
into the folds of its own loss,
it burns in silence—
a secret, self-fed flame.

The bright desires of the lower self,
a spell that dazzles, then deceives,
teach only the art of turning
from the path of grace,
stranding the seeker
on a barren earth.

But on the golden wing of the heart,
the truthful self bows in prayer
and whispers into the quiet:
Awake from this sleeping illusion.
The voice you seek hides
within your own echo.

In every breath, His message flows—
soundless, yet radiant.
Through it, the soul is saved,
a gentle light ascending
from the world's ashes.

Life softens at the edge of time.
When the echo of the truthful self
emerges from the deep,
the wind of the lower self
falls into stillness.

Then solitude takes the traveler's hand,
and silence itself becomes a prayer.
The waves of a divine call
gather and fold around you,
and in your core, you feel
the awakening of the sacred syllable—
the resonance by which
every atom sings itself into being.

Then the Song of Kun is heard.
The veils are lifted.
Revelation shines—
that man is the mirror of God's essence,
never parted from his source.

—November,5,2025