Unveiling Stillness In Expression Poem by Mystic Qalandar

From primordial marsh, motion stirs—
not as origin, but continuation without source,
a gentle eddy in what was never still,
though masked in silence.

Nothing pierced. Nothing veiled.
Only soft turning within itself,
as if the unseen were simply seeing.
No path traced. No summit scaled.
The spiral deepens where it rests,
effortless in its own expanse.

No call. No echo.
The First is not afar—
it is this, already pūrṇa, already whole,
turning without departure.

Love neither rises nor falls.
It hums—fullness without aim,
warmth needing no other.

A point—a particle—
not hurled into abyss,
but the abyss knowing its own softness.
No dream of union;
nothing stands apart.
Even the thought of distance
dissolves before it forms.

Breath flows—not to sustain,
but as pure expression.
Clouds gather and dissolve
in a sky unaltered.

Then, a shimmer—
not rupture, but noticing:
form unveiling what it always was.
Light within light,
thought within thought—
not layers, but singular clarity,
glimpsed from countless edges.

Nothing fractures. Nothing lost.
The mirror stays whole
in every reflection.

The circle never closed—
it flowers as movement
belonging nowhere else.
No threshold, no beyond—
only this quiet radiance,
whispering in endless tongues,
its voice undivided.

In all that appears,
in all that fades unnamed,
it abides—unbroken, unmoved,
endlessly expressing

—MyKoul