Prophetic Whisper Of Life Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Hear me now, in prophetic whispers:
Life is revelation, unfolding.
Each moment unveils its sacred sign;
The soul is lost if deaf to its calling.

All things bloom as true consequence
Of how we hold life's sacred trust.
Life is real, profound, unending—
Death is no end, only veil over dust.

You are Life. You were. You will be.
Nothingness claims no final throne.
Where void appears vast, Life stirs unseen,
Waiting in silence, never alone.

It sleeps in stone,
Dreams in the seed,
Rises in green delight,
Breathes through the beast,
Awakens in us as wisdom's light—
As wonder, as love, as question and answer.

Life wears both garments: joy and sorrow,
A rhythm beyond measure or mark.
No fated path, no certain morrow—
Only truth unfolding through the dark.

Its purpose lies not in ends attained,
But in the sacred, slow revealing
Of mysteries sensed but unexplained,
Beyond what touch or sight is feeling.

Life stretches past the edge of time,
Floods the hollows of unbound space.
Our hearts—deep oceans beyond rhyme—
Are mirrors where Life beholds its face.

O traveler! Life is no dying spark,
But the current beneath creation's art.
To live is to listen in the dark,
To hold its trust with an open heart,
And greet each breath as a divine remark.