By His Grace, I Heed The Divine Call Poem by Mohammad Younus

By His grace, I heed the Divine call,
Allah's Name—my beacon—dissolving all.
No veil remains, no longing's restless tide,
I dwell where Truth's eternal rays abide.

Lost in the One, no self retains a name,
Like dawn-mist yielding to the Sun's pure flame.
For Tawhid's truth is not a lesson learned,
But self dissolved, the Real's face discerned.

A stream unbound by shore or end is He,
Mystics swim like fish in unity's decree.
As water cradles life—unseen, yet near—
So grace sustains those drowned in Love's bright sphere.

"From water We made all life"—he knows,
The secret spring where Death's illusion flows.
Reborn in Oneness' ocean, vast and deep,
Life, death, and all but Hu now fade to sleep.

No fear remains where soul has slipped its chain,
Breath woven with the Beloved's soft refrain.
No stone marks where his dust to dust returns—
His essence burns where Unity's light churns.

A whisper in the wind, a shimmer at dawn's door,
His shadow lifts, yet Love resounds once more.
From where his form once knelt, now softly rings
The timeless chant all fading selfhood sings:

Hu… Hu… Hu…

MyKoul