The Inception Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Let radiance ascend within its princely orb,
and gravitas awaken, breathing azure lore.
A wind—not force, but recognition—enrobes me:
behold, the Unmanifest dons its vestment of visibility.

A spectrum—a covenant arched in prismatic torsion—
invests me with its promise.

I advance by no measure of time,
no signature of name,
no vibration that disturbs the primal silence.
Yet every eye unblinded,
every heart remembering its prenatal ache,
perceives my onset—

as though the Arc of Return,
in its eternal circumference,
had inscribed my footfall
in the ink of void,
destining me for the observer's gaze.

For I am the immaculate inception,
the unbegotten birthright,
always, already, en route—
a pilgrimage of the Self toward the Self,
where the way is being,
and being is becoming.

—MyKoul