The Uncreated Hu Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Listen in: the Uncreated Hu.
Listen out: the Uncreated Hu.
Between the two, this brain—
a mystic silence,
of the unseen that speaks
on all tongues of existence.

Here. There.
The partition is a dream.
Nothing is empty of the
Uncreatd Hu.

MyKoul says: All existene is an ear
Listening from the essential existence.
the bells ringing in silence
struck by the uncreaed strum of Hu.

There is no wall thick enough,
no distance distant enough,
no nearness near enough,
to fall outside the resonance
of uncreated Hu.

All is contained in Hu.
And the contained—
The whole existence!
And Hu is contained
by nothing.

—MyKoul