Silent Twilight Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Silent twilight—O silent twilight—
The sacred threshold of all being,
A soft and steady glow
Where within and without
Blend into a single, tender gleam.

Around me—the Presence,
The Unborn,
Neither begets, nor begotten
Yet, Source of all that is—
Opens before my longing eyes
As the Mother of Creation.

And I—her child—
Am rocked
In her eternal hush.
I rest in that deep peace,
Not sleep, but a gentle dissolution,
The quiet where all light
Returns to its source.

O sacred twilight—
From unseen heavens,
Beauty descends into memory.
In this primordial dawn
I was called "Adam":
Not shaped from dust alone,
But from breath,
From eternity's own sigh.

I am the mirror
Where the Infinite first
Beheld its own face.
I hold the light—
And the light holds me.

Blessed twilight—where breath
Flows without border,
The pure flame of love
Dances in every atom.
Every heartbeat draws
near the Divine,
Every form a word
Spoken by the One,
Eternal Voice.

Adam and the Lord—
Appointed and Eternal—
In the endless Word
Are but one radiant letter.

Sacred twilight—
Where all worlds dissolve
Into the silent light of oneness.
Time stills its rivers,
Mountains deepen into silence,
And stars remember
The melody before song.

Here, in this boundless calm,
I am—and am not—
Vessel, breath, reflection, flame.
Returning,
Motionless—
Forever the source,
Forever light,
Forever complete.

—October 16,2025