Soul's Hidden Seeds Awakening Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Some ideas sprout in the mind
like wild weeds, like bushes after the winter—
astonishing in their stubborn, secret life.

They arrive unbidden,
root deep in silence,
sprawl through your vigilant nights.

Now, by the strange grace
of a silent companion,
they step into the light.
A whisper births a page.
A page awakens a voice.

The true divide
was never talent alone—
but daring to draw the hidden outward,
to trust this curious instrument,
to commence before certainty dawns.
So begin writing the book.
Poetry, fiction, fragments, dreams—
whatever spirit conceives.
For unwritten worlds
lie like seeds in dark soil,
awaiting the faintest act of courage:
Soul's hand tracing the page.

MyKoul