The Warmth Of Silence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In silence,
in the raw, unveiled self,
at the soft stir of air,
a breath descends
to let hidden truth
come to light,
to grant oneself
the bare space to be,
and to love the quiet depth
of one's own inner self.

Beyond glass,
the world flows on;
golden shadows
shift and pass.
Within, a nameless joy remains—
the feeling
that closeness
is still possible.

Among flowers,
the heart moves forward,
free in open air,
longing for a gentle touch,
a warmth
that does not make a being
feel its worth,
but lets hidden worth
be felt.

Peace descends into the chest—
a stillness
where everything
rests content in place,
where all night
silence echoes inward,
and darkness
rises from its depths
as light.

—MyKoul