The Secret Of Divinity Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Divinity is a feeling in my soul—
clear as a high mountain lake,
whose mirrored depths cradle
the sky's eternal patience.

Divinity is the essence of my soul,
like oil and hidden light sealed within
an almond or walnut seed—
veiled by the husk, yet charged
with the force to shatter stone.

Divinity is a thought in my mind—
mysterious as a raging river
bursting from a silent glacier,
carrying the silt of ages in its
restless, unbroken song.

Divinity is the silence beneath my breath,
the witness that watches all my thoughts
arise and fade—
the vast pause between heartbeats,
where the soul's deepest rhythm takes root.

Divinity is the pattern of existence,
woven into stars and stones,
echoing through dreams—
the unseen thread that gathers
scattered fragments of chaos
into a living, breathing geometry
of existence.

Divinity is the hidden root of being,
from which time and space unfold like leaves,
and the ascending sap
that greens every branch of the cosmos.

It is the stillness before creation,
the song within creation,
and the eternal listener to whom creation sings.

It is the One shining through countless forms—
as sunlight through a prism—
a single, resounding note of Hu
reverberating through the whole of existence.

In seeking It, I discover I am That which is sought;
and in discovering myself, I do not vanish—
I awaken to my perpetual being.

I do not dissolve into a void,
but into a nameless fullness—
the boundless source that breathed me forth
before my first word was ever spoken.

— MyKoul