In The Spiritual Retreat Of My Soul Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the spiritual retreat of my soul,
Where secrets whisper in silent mode,
I find myself bathed in divine light,
Guided by unseen hands,
Revealing truths beyond mortal grasp.

Not from sages or ancient tomes,
But from whispers of inspiration,
I glean these sacred mysteries,
As if God Himself speaks through me,
Though veiled from my mortal gaze.

One secret, sacred and profound:
I am but a reflection of my Creator,
Bound by the essence of His image.

Another, lost amidst worldly allure:
My true name, known only to divine.

In the mystery of existence,
We are but threads woven together,
Sharing a common essence,
Yet unique in our outward forms.

Within this shell, a symphony resides,
A song unheard by mortal ears,
Save for you, the listener of my soul.

If words could escape my lips,
What name would I call you,
O Nameless, yet ever-present?

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