In Radiant Stillness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I loved the trembling hum,
a call that stirred my heart.
I fell in love
and followed the honeybees.

They wandered through the garden,
drinking from hidden wells of sweetness.
Their golden wings grew faint—
yet silence itself became my guide.

I reached the secret garden,
where blossoms burned in radiant hues,
breathing their unspoken fragrance.

I drew it in—
intoxication, awakening—
a taste of eternal nectar.

In that nectar, the self dissolved.
No boundary, no shadow remained.
The garden opened into cosmos,
the bees—pure currents of thought,
the blossoms—gateways of light.

Breath unfolded into boundless sky,
silence deepened into song,
and I awoke within the flame
of a super-conscious sun.

There, in radiant stillness,
I was no seeker,
nor the one sought,
but the nectar itself—
infinite, eternal, whole.