The Nameless With Countless Names Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Now He moves unseen through worlds,
beholding truth in countless mirrors.
Each face bears His secret likeness,
each name resounds
with the silence of His form.

At times, He speaks to poets,
and their words grow luminous—
light descending upon the heart,
where thought dissolves,
and knowing becomes prayer.

He whispers too to seekers,
who begin to laugh softly,
not knowing why—
as something vast within awakens
beyond all naming.

And He waits, endlessly,
for one whose heart is open as dawn—
that He may unveil remembrance,
and let them behold
what was known
before the beginning.

—November,4,2025