Hu's Eternal Resonance Poem by Mystic Qalandar

A perfect silence cloaks the primal night,
The long-held hush before the first auroral light.
No whisper stirs the valley's shadowed deep,
A void where mortal dreams in stillness sleep.
Then HU's unbroken dhikr, soft, ascends,
A pulse from Nuqta-e-Suweda where all silence ends.
It trembles in the sirr, the heart's sealed core,
And stills the world's illusion, the nafs's fevered roar.
It shatters every self-forged, binding chain,
And hurls the soaring ruh beyond the fleshly plane.

No veil of seeming holds this boundless sigh;
On wings of nur, I cleave the lie of time.
Through lattice veils of phantom worlds I glide,
Lost and found within love's endless tide.
As HU resounds, fana consumes the frame;
In baqa, oneness blooms—a deathless flame.
Now stillness bears a sacred, pulsing song;
The final dawn descends—yet HU draws me along.
The seeker, drowned in wahdat's blinding white,
Awakes, unmade, within his own true light.

—February, 21,2026