Eternal Breath Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The eternal breath of my life—
this peace, this living light—
what essence dances
behind the curtain of my sight?
What distant music gathers
beyond the storm?

A secret voice of love whispers,
soft and true:
You are also the essence of beauty.

I linger in the memory of that veiled might,
not merely thinking,
but living within its radiant hue,
breathing the fire of timeless being.

O, may it touch each fleeting breath,
until the soul becomes its dwelling,
bright and fair.

Life without end—
this alone is real.
I am no frozen mirror, sealed,
but the unbounded, eternal sea.

In its depths, worlds rise and sink.
From its tides, rivers, lands, and skies are born.

My love aspires to move as that vast sea,
to pulse with the celestial score,
to let the divine love pour through me,
revealing its face forever.

To fashion, with the stars, this cosmic art—
one breath, one being,
never to part.

All is life.
There is no death.
No union gained,
no absorption,
no truth severed.

Only one unbroken, everlasting breath,
the ageless music of the soul.

This is the secret.
This is the whole:
the soul's eternal rhythm,
the eternal whole.

—September 26,2025