The Awakening Of Consciousness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From the weight of silence,
profound and bare,
A whisper parts the veil and
takes its form—
Consciousness stirs, becoming
fully aware.

At last, words bloom; a voice
clothes its frame,
Secrets drawn from silence's
shadowed ledge,
Responding to the deep where
muteness once laid claim.

Soul—refined, eternal,
ever-growing—flows,
Melts upon the Foremost
Tongue, remembrance thawed;
Time's settled dust stirs, and
the origin shows.

Identity returns, a river-stone
renewed,
A constant touch restores what
went astray,
No longer in being's shadowed
brood pursued.

Freed from illusion's false womb,
deep pain dissolves,
All questions yield to wisdom's
ceaseless stream—
In enlightenment's sure flame,
the spirit resolves.

Sentences complete what
fragments concealed,
A hand steadies in ash-stirred,
blazing light,
A text inscribed: a life, by name,
unveiled.

Clarity abides in unity's certain
grasp,
Pure, fervent, tasting this
immense release;
Heat revives the scrolls from
time's damp clasp.

The Promise shatters what
once held me bound,
A reading gaze awakens truths
long told—
I, aware by the Divine, stand on
hallowed ground.

Knowing widens my chest,
eases my call,
Unknots the cord from my
tongue's faithful thrall,
And I rise tall, and now declare
to all:
There is no god but God—the
One, the Whole.

—December,22,2025