Approaching The Beehive Poem by Mohammad Younus

Approaching the beehive,
The bees hum low,
A thousand streams
Through valleys flow,
Their braided voices—
A symphony.

The wind descends
From mountain peaks,
Where silence veils
The truths it seeks.

Birds on branches
Chant and weave
Esoteric threads
For hearts to believe.

An eagle ascends,
Its wings untamed,
Piercing the void
Where none are named.

The river bends,
Yet circles wide,
A hymn eternal,
Life's endless tide.

Through this vast rhythm,
The false self dissolves;
Shadows wane,
And truth evolves.

Awakened now,
It lifts its eye:
To live is sacred—
It shall not die.

In this boundless song,
All fears release;
The soul resounds I-am,
As a hymn of peace.

MyKoul