The Seekers Of Wisdom And People Of Knowing Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The seekers of wisdom, the people of knowing,
Who journey beyond where stars are glowing,
They inscribe upon the tablet of the heart
Interpretations of unborn truth—
Still veiled within the mists sublime,
Like fragrance hid in silent blooms,
Concealed within creation's wombs.
No hand may grasp, no veil may part—
The truth lives beyond the reach of art.

The seekers of wisdom, the people of knowing,
Remain forever in longing flowing
For the Eternal, the Ever-Living One,
Who pulses in each moment's breath—
Whose silent scriptures are daily spun,
Whose sacred name is light engraved,
And in the depths of now is saved—
Shining behind the veils of time,
A truth too vast, too pure for rhyme.

The seekers of wisdom, the people of knowing,
Await the silence beyond all showing—
A silence deeper than all sound,
Yet in every face is clearly found.
They yearn for that abiding stillness,
Serene, all-hearing, and all-seeing,
Wise, and filled with boundless being—
That grants the soul a certain peace,
A glimpse of life that shall not cease.
They descend into their soul's own well,
Where depths of being quietly dwell.

The seekers of wisdom, the people of knowing,
Bow to the peace that is ever-growing,
And drink from the fount of ancient grace—
The cup of truth, the cup of calm.
They know this breath is not just fading,
But echoes of that primal sound—
The breath once breathed into the clay,
Divine intent in sacred way—
An everlasting whisper's trace,
A soul awakened into place.

And all that rose from silent dark
Came forth through one commanding spark:
The Word that shaped the skies and seas—
"Be! "—and it comes to be.