One Thread Woven Through All Things Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The sky unfolds its silent veil—
a deep, shifting ocean,
moving from softened sapphire
to a silver whisper,
then melting into warm gold—
a breath of light
that blurs the edges of time.

Each shade flows as water flows,
a tender pulse from unseen depths,
where the river of all being
weaves through shadow and glow,
and what once felt like the self
begins, softly, to dissolve.

This light is more than brightness—
a flame behind veils,
gently unthreading
the garment of the soul.
It clothes the moon in quiet radiance,
a cool mirror reflecting
the calm fire of existence—
embers beneath unending stars.

Galaxies turn—
slow whirlpools of longing,
threads in a vast cosmic weave,
held in the still embrace of One.
Here, shapes fade like morning mist,
and all multiplicity
glides back into oneness.

The cosmos breathes in steady rhythm—
and the pause between breaths
is sacred silence,
where the universe leans close to whisper,
and the soul's quiet yearning
echoes the immense—
a single ember dissolving
into timeless glow.

And in this luminous hush,
the universe reveals its secret:
a shimmering thread
woven through all things,
inviting the heart to soften—
to become not only the witness
but the very pulse
where sky, soul, and infinity
breathe as one.

December,6,2025