Puzzle Of Life—timeless Poem by Mystic Qalandar

When did this life begin—
the question itself
grows quiet
at the edge of memory.
I remember nothing,
for remembrance belongs only
to one who is not life.
I am life—
the breath before beginnings,
the pulse beyond endings.
Time is a river
that rises from nowhere;
even the notion of "origin"
is illusion.
Eternity's peak is not its womb—
it is the movement itself,
pouring through
the shoreless vastness of pre-eternity,
emptying into the sea
where even extinction
fails to know its name.
What, then, could anyone remind me of?
Memory is only a veil—
and I do not stand behind it;
I am the vision itself.
We do not walk beside
the river of time.
We are the river,
we are its current—
a truth neither cold,
nor hollow,
nor subject to decay.

—January, 25,2026