Valley Of Silence Poem by Mystic Qalandar

In the boundless valleys of silence
the breath of eternity whispers.
Thought's clamor dissolves—
dark dust vanishing
into unseen air.

I guard the trembling mysteries,
still echoing
with Kun Fayakun.

From the bitter chalice of silence
a new reality ferments;
the voiceless call of freedom eternal
flares before me—
a sudden lamp of fire.

The olive bends, never breaks;
so too my self beneath
the night of annihilation.

Extinguished—yet the next breath
rises radiant,
kindled with everlasting light.

I am that fleeting instant
a star blinks,
and the universe
holds its breath still.

I am the stammer trembling
between thought and word,
where the sealed revelation quivers,
as though eternity's secret
is breaking its chains.

Silence—an unsheathed sword,
its edge melting centuries of prayer
in unity's fire,
flashing sudden as lightning.

I am keeper of that sword,
the fold of time
where scattered voices
pour into the goblet of silence.

Then—one cry: Hu—
a flood of light bursts forth,
tearing the veils of eternity,
until all dissolves
in rapture,
intoxicated with the wine
of oneness.

— September 17,2025