The Echo Of Truth Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The echo of truth—
a boundless resonance,
silent, wordless,
yet shaking the heart awake.
A free voice,
a deep flow,
the humming of sacred honeybees.
In silence,
eternal remembrance.

Before words,
from non-existence's depths,
a voice arises,
calling Adam's clay: Be.
Dissolved in permanence's flame,
I became unquenchable fire.
Earth's dust washed away—
Now I am free.

Nothing remains but Essence.
The veil of selfhood torn asunder.
Truth the witness,
Truth the witnessed,
Truth absolute,
sovereign.

In this echo from eternity to eternity,
beyond time's chains,
I dance—intoxicated.
Now I am free.

It binds me to silent reality.
The waves of thought grow still.
In life's boundless ocean,
a subtle, pure, eternal flow.

Tearing illusion's veils, I see:
no mirage of self,
no duality.
Only transcendent Essence—
becoming me, it sees.
Now I am free.

One Will,
one Intention,
that melody-singing Essence.
In worship of HU,
the flower's bloom,
the universe's mercy-seed.
Sifting love from delusion,
formed in HU's timeless intoxication.

On the bridge of Divine Grace,
reciting Truth's formless face,
lost in single vision's madness—
heart, spirit, self as one Light.

Eyes turn to The All,
where ego's net dissolves,
the world's deception unravels.
Knocking the One's door—free,
released from separation's dream.
No slave,
no Master—
drowned in Oneness.

I am That Which Is.
The false garment cast off.
In permanence's command,
I found my Self.

Now
I
Am
Free.

—january,2,2026