The Ocean Sings Through Me Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The ocean sings through me—
its waves, a ceaseless symphony,
resonating in my wajud.
An unwritten rhythm known only to the deep:
each tide a breath, each ebb a sigh—
a divine hymn in the soul's first tongue.

In sun-kissed dreams, I listen,
where silence blooms, radiant,
woven with threads of golden hush.
A nocturne gathers my sorrow
and lifts it—trembling—into light,
like a whispered prayer rising
on the wings of longing.

These are echoes of eternity,
older than time's first breath—
before stars kindled their fires,
before the Divine breathed life into dust
and walked the world, clothed in dawn.

The sea remembers—and so do I.
Each note is a homecoming,
each ripple, a return
to the One who sang me into being,
whose voice still hums
in the marrow of my bones.