Essence, The Echo Of Eternity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I exist, I existed, I will exist—
existence echoes eternity.

Whether winds breathe gentle or wild,
before Truth,
time dissolves—
a whisper unbroken, infinite.

When fierce winds press,
they turn my gaze,
dragging me down
into the abyss of absence.
There, I awaken
in the realm of not-being—
severed from the Divine,
scattered into forgotten whispers.

Then I grasp the current of Now,
opening within the ocean of Being.
My prayer becomes a silent song,
rising with every breath of love.

My journey began with one belief:
the world was solid stone,
a weight upon my chest.
But the Beloved whispered:
"Human distress lies not in worldly affairs,
but in the mirror of misguided thought."

So my path shifted—
from earth's solidity,
through the lens of mind,
ascending heaven's brow
where all is shadowless,
pure symbol,
without reflection.

Then darkness returned—
thick, impassable,
knocking at my window of light,
wrapping me in its shroud,
stealing warmth from my soul.
Yet this darkness was
my own hidden fracture,
a silent wound,
the teacher veiled in stillness,
whispering love through shadow.

A gentle light emerged—
fragile as glass,
yet flowing like an endless river,
carrying me
whether I resisted or surrendered.

Fear returned,
clad in secret shapes,
but my inner gaze sharpened,
and breath became its reach.
I raised hope's sword—
fear melted into a moonlit veil.

Hope's candle lit the dark corners;
faith became the path.
Softly, I stepped forward
until I reached the horizon of dawn—
a spreading, awakening light.

Then the light blazed fierce,
a fire consuming all illusion.
I saw: this light is my being,
the radiance of my soul.
It became my compass,
guiding me toward
that nameless truth beyond time.

Now I rest within its care—
for this light
is the wellspring of love.
When I breathe it deep,
it becomes a wave—
unchained,
infinite,
alive forever.

—December,9,2025