Whispers Of Oneness Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I am not like you—
only a mortal, an earthen being;
yet, yes,
I carry your sign within my heart,
the echo of your voice—
tender, steadfast, unforgettable—
dwelling deep inside me.

The warmth of your presence
is a song within my heart,
without shore, without end.
Its waves rise and roll,
its burning melody never ceases.

I do not measure time by calendars,
but by the silence between me
and the summons of your call.
I know you are near—
for the cry of my soul
forever repeats your unity.

Your remembrance is a hidden treasure;
for love does not rest in neglect,
it abides within memory,
where only love remains.

The first fragrance, the eternal rapture—
even now, you are with me
in the soft spring of remembrance.
The winds of music whisper your name;
as if your hands
played with my silken tresses,
as if the chime of anklets
set sweetness upon my lips.

My ears are quenched
by the ocean of your inspired verses,
and in my city, a divine dawn arises.
The silvery light of morning spreads,
and in the koel's mellow call
I hear your nectar-filled hymn.

Yes, I know you are with me—
on the boughs of the Tree of Life
your song I hear and sing.

At times I wonder:
do you still ask the question—
"Am I not your Lord? "
Do you look from above
toward that Paradise granted at the beginning?
Do you still remind:
"Oh, go not near that tree"?

The memories of that lost primordial garden
rule my mind.
And now,
in your love, I am a poet.
You, like a gentle breeze,
whisper oneness—
the same blissful sensation
that resounds through my dancing soul.

Ah! Nothing—nothing!
And yet all;
all is only You.

—September 21,2025