The Secret Of Silence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Silence—
a hidden presence
that veils the space
between two heartbeats;
cloaked in the frost of time,
crystallized in the cadence of light.
It cannot be grasped by intellect,
for intellect spins questions,
weary at its own limit.
But silence—
plants seeds of answers
in the dust of stars,
in the whisper of empty cosmos.
At the confluence
of light and darkness,
it draws near and sits beside me,
strumming an unseen instrument,
playing melodies
only the deepest recesses
of the heart can hear.Once, I mistook it
for an endless desert,
a hollow shadowed eye.
But now I know:
it is the essence of possibility,
a wellspring flowing from nothingness—
the key unlocking the door
where self and universe are one.
Here, masks dissolve,
and the "I"—
in purest essence—
melts into silence's embrace,
flowing from a point of light
into boundless expanse.Silence—
a drop of revelation,
trickling through the veil of time,
absorbed in eternal quiet,
burning briefly
at the edge of an unknown star,
glowing, fading—an instant eternal.
This moment
is the birth of surrender:
the heart becomes a river,
breath expands to sky,
silence stretches into horizon.
It is the secret of trust—
one within, one beyond—
a harmony woven
in the cosmic symphony.
And silence says:
"This is your birthright,
without excuse, without bounds—
from me, soft light will burst forth,
filling all directions.
"Each day, I return
to this threshold,
where words gasp their last,
where sound falls silent,
and only silence remains—
calling my name,
as if I were the universe
awakening to itself anew.

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