In The Hush Where My Soul Remembers Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the hush where my soul remembers,
a subtle call rises—Hu—
not thunder, yet eternal, ever-known,
as light before the dawn's first yawn.

Unseen threads weave my awakening hours—
each breath a spindle, spinning truth:
the One who is, beyond all form,
yet lives within each shadowed form.

At dawn, the Gracious One unveils—
not as a gift, but Presence absolute,
nearer than pulse, than breath's own beat,
a warmth no veil of absence can refute.

Trust blooms unasked in the heart's deep soil,
for it knows its Keeper, vast and still.
Time bows low to the sovereign Will—
the rhythm of the Real, where all is filled.

Peace flows not upon me, but as me—
a river with no source, no shore, no end,
where unrest dissolves, forgets its name,
and ego's clamor yields to the Friend.

I am seen, though never sought;
loved beyond all merit or claim;
led without word—for You are the Way,
the path within my core's hidden flame.

Through shadow and storm, I do not stray—
even night bears witness to Your sign.
The unseen brims with You alone;
no void endures where You define.

This path was never mine to claim,
nor was the Light a thing I pursued.
It is You, O Gatherer of souls,
who walks me home through every root.

In surrender's fall—no loss, but union—
nothing remains but the sacred Hu.
Even "I" dissolves in silent praise,
till only You, through me, shine through.

Peace, my only direction now;
certainty, my unseen guide—
held beyond all tides of becoming,
loved beyond all name—and all pride.

MyKoul