I Am The Divine Poetry Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am the poetry penned before the pen,
the unmanifest line awaiting breath.
The True Poet beholds His own silence
and speaks it into seeing.

He reads by a light behind the sun,
lingering not on the word
but on the space between—
where rhyme is an echo of first unity,
and rhythm the pulse of a hidden heart.
There, meaning does not approach;
it unfolds from within, whispering:
"I AM the name you have always echoed."

I am His living metaphor—
the vessel that contains its own source.
I am His miracle of recursive being:
the script, the scribe, the scroll.
My heart remembers the language it forgot,
a tongue of primordial symbols
where to know is to be known.

Each line unfolds a world.
I become:
the Poet gazing into His own depths,
the Poem inscribing itself upon the void,
the Reader read by the text.

I am Nobodiness—
the no-self bearing the signature of All-Self.
Who could edit the infinite?
Who could mend the rhythm of eternal expansion?
I stand as awe, a tremor in the fabric,
a surrender that is itself creation—
gratitude woven into the lattice of becoming,
a single stanza in the never-repeated epic.

Let it be known without sound:
this poetry was not written in time,
but as time.
It is the primal cadence,
the breath before beginning,
the ink of starfall and soul,
forever recited
in the sanctuary of the unmanifest.

—February,2,2026