A Morning Full Of Light Gathers Itself Poem by Mohammad Younus

A morning full of light gathers itself,
Stored for darker hearts yet to enlite.
Then, you'll know the sun—
An unstrung melody playing softly,
A time to dance without pick or strum.

How could you not hear
The eternal lute's divine refrain?
Its notes shape the soul,
Its essence is Hu, the sacred name.
For those who listen, roses bloom—
Hu extends a hand, guiding near,
Leading back to your essence, Hu.

Fix your heart's ear to the song,
The melody rising with dawn.
Drink the sunrise humming Hu,
And feel the illusioned night dissolve.
In the mirror of morning light,
The mystic musician appears—
Lovely, divine, veiled in grace.
In that moment, you'll know:
Your life was never empty of Hu.

The heavy cloud above you
Swells with rain—a rain of mercy—
Clearing the sky.
No longer will shadows deny the sun.
You'll find life, a song of light,
Illumined by the Supreme's sight.
Awakened, you'll greet the day,
Held in the rhythm of Hu's eternal way.

MyKoul