Remembering The Nameless Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I remember you—
how your name beats,
a low, steady drum
deep within my heart—

O Nameless One,
wind stirring heavy air,
a voice only my soul can hear,
my secret mantra,
woven from shadow and first light.

Your name returns
like the tide's eternal hymn,
an echo folding through time,
that veiled tone
the mystics call
the Name of Names—

a sacred pulse beneath words,
the silent axis
on which all worlds turn.

Sometimes I drown in it,
submerged in deep waters,
each breath a prayer
shaped by your name—

breath blooming
like jasmine in fading dusk,
granting me
a divine belonging—

a flameless, thornless rose,
rooted in the unseen garden.

Oh, my Love—please stay.
Do not fade into silence.
Remain within me
like a gentle humming flame,

a sacred resonance,
moonlight on quiet water—
the hum of your holy name,
endless song behind the veil,

the pulse that moves the soul
beyond all limits.

—December,11,2025