The Call Of Light Returns Poem by Mystic Qalandar

What is this music,
if the heart's veils remain unmoved?
Notes become only shadows;
the true melody breathes
where silence turns luminous,
whispering the rosary of Light.

It descends, a secret gift
on the breath of Eternity,
wrapped in uncounted veils of time,
wandering in search of a sanctuary
where the heart yields its silence
to the fire of union.

Music is never whole
until the listener shatters
the mirror of the self.
It may caress the ear,
yet its truth is unveiled
only to one who draws back each veil
to the Voice at the root of Light.

Await—
within every note an eternal secret rests.
Each moment opens a hidden gate
where the storm of passing hours dissolves
into hymns of reunion.

This is the station
where beauty consumes sorrow,
wakefulness banishes dream,
sobriety steadies ecstasy's tide,
and radiant awareness, sovereign,
overshadows the lifeless heart
like a Throne of blazing clarity.

At last—
the listener becomes the song.
The circle closes,
from pre-eternity to eternity.
The call of Light returns,
and the heart—no longer a dwelling—
is pure radiance,
a song without end.

— September 20,2025