I Say Yes—a Dawn That Never Dies Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I say Yes—
An echo rippling through silent spheres,
An unseen wave vibrating past time's edge,
A word as slender as a held breath,
Weightless as the pulse within the void.

I hear it now—
Not in thunder's clash or the storm's roar,
But soft, a resonance like Hu,
A note without boundary, without end—
An endless unfolding,
A murmur born in Being alone.

Yes, to me,
Is an open portal—
A widening dawn behind closed eyes,
A luminous crack in the fabric of unknowing,
Spoken in answer to the ageless call:
"Am I not your Lord? "

It flickers—
A flame trembling on the cusp
Of being and unbecoming,
Rising and falling
With each silent breath
On an unseen wind.

In the following hush,
A sacred glow ignites,
Threading light like secret stars
Through the trembling weave
of soul and flesh.

Some nights I flicker too—
A fragile ember,
An orange sigh
against the endless dark;
Yet even then,
I burn within—
The very flame of the One
Who first stirred the cosmos alight.

Then dawn leans close,
A twilight kiss upon day's threshold,
And I spark anew—
Casting gold like forgotten prayers,
Remembering: every flicker I carry
Belongs to the Sun's infinite blaze.

So I flicker on—
A humble flame dancing vast,
Shimmering, lapping at silence's shore,
Praying,
Until all trembling ceases
And I merge with the radiance—
Whole.Luminous. Unbound.

In this dark hallway,
A prayer coils softly,
Wrapped tight in the sound: Hu.

Yes is surrender—
Not defeat,
But a yielding stronger than stone,
A line drawn by a weary hand
That still holds eternity's weight.

Yes declares my soul no battlefield,
My silence a sacred vessel,
My being a witness
To the unspoken truth—
Even when I lose the way,
Forget the return,
Forget the realignment.

I trust this Yes—
A force woven through
the night's deepest core,
A reshaping breath
From the Eternal Origin.

Yes is a language born
Of faith and hope's slow weaving—
A word forged in eternity's fire,
Carved from the primalBe,
From the endless exhale
Of the One who unfolds
All creation, anew, each moment.

Yes is vast.
Resonant.
The loudest echo across existence,
Heard only when the soul dares
To listen to its own infinity.

Those who cannot say it
Lack the strength
To carry the divine secret,
To hold the unyielding flame.

So I say it deep—
Yes—
And it echoes through infinite skies,
Ripples through the unseen—
yes, yes—
A pulse.A prayer.
A dawn that never dies.

— December,4,2025