The Eternal Resonance Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Music wells—
An echo from the Plenum before naming stirred,
Songs uncreated, unbound by form, beyond the frame.

They ripple through the veils of all that became:
Alastu birabbikum—
A deathless signal from the Throne's first flame.

In the traffic-snarl of becoming's design,
Amid the churning mirage of time,
I attune.

Do melodies ferry remembrance—
Or does the soul remember, and row me back
To the unsourced Divine?

Music evokes—
The ecstasy of nearness of the caller—
Yet rests in luminous zero,
Unscathed by the duality of things.

It asks not if the ego has dissolved to air,
If deeds have sunk in illusion's stream,
Or if duty's dust has veiled the inner star.

It simply Is—
The unstruck music without an instrument,
Dhikr-e-Dā'im pulsing beneath the world's loud spin.

Life flickers—dream-splinters in a breath,
A shadow-play of loss and borrowed light.
But Music does not waver.
The secret hum remains.

Again—Alastu birabbikum—
A whisper from the Womb of the Ever-Caller.

I fall into the summons
Like a stone into a wall-less well.
Unchanging—
As though it knows the light that never fell—
The Truth in me no separation ever touched.

—MyKoul