Listen To The Divine Whispers Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Open your heart
in the quiet, hidden corners of life
to the soft hum of the universe—
gentle waves rising from the dawn of everything,
slipping through the woven net of light.

The world is not a dead rock; it speaks.
A steady breath shapes the empty,
beneath thin layers that drift away.

When you reach out, something answers—
every echo becomes a forever yes,
one song playing through a thousand mirrors.

Storms may roar no,
but morning light whispers yes again.
All things move toward that endless listening,
where countless forms melt into one great sea.

Feel the wind nudge secrets
into the branches of the trees,
the first breath turning dust
into hidden glimmers of light.
In its whisper, an ancient promise:
earth calling to light,
pulled from the dark into brightness.

Dive into quiet—
not empty, but overflowing with secrets,
deep knowing from before time,
closer than your next breath,
filling your soul when the walls of self dissolve.

Beneath all surface noise,
the truth in opposites speaks—
nothing and everything at once.
Watch the message of light:
dawn's beginning, midday's clarity,
night's gentle fade into dark.

Stars spill like beads of prayer,
telling us no darkness lasts forever.
What is real remains, even in shadows.

The world plays music that opens doors—
rivers speak to rocks,
birds chant their prayers of love,
rain drums one heartbeat on the earth.

Every sound is love touching your heart,
the first spark of joy.
Listen to your heart—
that ember-stone,
keeper of the old covenant,
seed of all that is true.

It echoes: 'Am I not your keeper? '
And the soul answers: Yes, we see You.
A hidden nearness walks within,
guiding you to release, to return.

Tune into the voices deep within—
the quiet tug of intuition,
the sudden settling of peace,
the heart's pull toward what is true.

These are love's footsteps on life's path,
blessings falling like morning dew.

So listen—
let your breath become a cup for the call,
your bones a chamber for the sound,
your soul trembling with nearness, ready to melt.

Life is one great unveiling,
a net of signs,
a whisper moving from One to its echoes.
Through the heart's listening ear,
the pull home begins—
and in that deep listening,
all things return
to where the Whisper first arose.

—December,4,2025