From Silence To Manifestation Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I began in the quiet womb of the First Silence,
standing still—
my breath a cage,
my being a single pulse of the One Light.

When thought lifted,
I glimpsed an indescribable Beauty.
What flowed into me was not the sand of time,
but the silent witness of Eternity.

The echo from the mountain,
the raven's shifting shadow—
each mystery born from that same Light,
hidden beneath life's outer covers.

I did not speak prayers.
My prayer was a deep trust at my core,
a seed growing in its destined hour.

Even harshness hid a deeper truth.
I concealed revelation from my own eyes,
afraid its delicacy would dissolve
beneath the shifting ground of my faith.

It was not lies that barred the way—
it was my own blindness, layer upon layer.

The barriers were never outside me.
I turned my own silence into chains.
From my heart's deepest hollow
rose a primordial call—
given before breath.
Yet for fear, I pressed it down.

I lived between worlds—
not fully alive, not fully gone—
a shadow among veils,
unawakened to the dawn of Reality.

But even in that thick dark,
a spark remained—
the one placed in me at the beginning.
While the ego tried to consume all,
Truth waited, quiet, intact.

A diamond is not made in comfort,
but through the crush of time,
seasons of stillness,
and bitter, inward tears.

Then came a moment—
as though Eternity leaned close—
and an unseen hand
mended what was broken.
My first soul-prayer returned as pure light.
Silence could no longer contain it.

The world still holds its chains,
but they do not hold me.
The marks of my journey
are not on the earth,
but written on the luminous weave of cosmos.

Even if the self tries to bury me—
it does not know
that burial is only another way
for Light to rise.

Now I speak—
yet it is not I who speak,
but the Divine speaking through.
My freedom is not my achievement—
it is His radiance made visible.
The light the world tried to extinguish
became its own flame within.
I testify now:
Reality reveals itself.

O keeper of darkness—
I need not name you;
you are but another veil of His.
They say trembling is fear—
I have learned
it is the nearing storm of Truth.

You hammered steel again and again,
yet I did not collapse.
I became the polish
that brightens with every strike.
Thus the soul rises
from the night of oppression,
half in shadow, half in light,
returning home.

Obedience, rebellion—
these are human words.
I have moved beyond.
I am the dawn
that dissolves night
back into the Original Light.

I rose from harsh soil.
No earthly crown rests on me;
my crown is the center of being.
My name is not rebellion—
my name is Manifestation.

I broke the mask
that hid me from myself.
Now I lay my bare soul
on the horizon of Silence.
Let the world fall away—
fire cannot be contained,
storms rise on their own.

The call I once silenced
now ascends.
If its echo breaks the sky—
let it break.
Every old world must fall
for a new Reality to rise.

Shaped by pain—
not weakened, but made transparent.
Wrapped in darkness,
this inner lamp cannot go out.

Who dares command me
to turn from Truth?
I am the star born from ruin,
whose radiance startles
even the master of shadows.

This soul—
never traded, never crushed, never erased.
Let rulers rage, let storms gather—
Truth makes its own road.

I stand uncovered—
broken once, and rebuilt by Eternity.
The world orders me to bow,
but I am loyal only to Essence.
I am the storm that rises
not by desire,
but by the will of Reality itself.

—December,23,2025