Do Not Mistake The Earthen Pot For The Milk Poem by Mohammad Younus

Do not mistake the earthen pot for the milk,
Nor the skin for the soul.
The body is but a transient shell,
A form shared by every living being—
Not the essence, but the shadow of the truth.

The true self is a divine whisper,
A thread woven through all creation,
Binding the fabric of existence with silent grace.
It is the touch on a sacred lute's strings,
Calling all things from silence to song,
A melody of unity breathed into being.

Amidst the myriad diverse forms,
Listen:
They murmur in silence—
All in One, One in All.
Together, they compose the symphony of the divine.

Do not gaze upon creation or humanity as many,
But as one—
A mirror reflecting the oneness of being.
For they bear the weight of shared consciousness,
Not as solitary voices,
But as tongues of the universal spirit,
Which hums within us all, singing:

'I am more than I.
I am the thread that binds,
The echo of countless lives,
The common chord in humanity's hymn.
In every hand I hold, I find myself.
In every voice I hear, I remember my truth.'

Shed, then, the veil of separateness.
You are not a lone star adrift in the void,
But a constellation woven with infinite light.
Every spark reflects the whole;
Every life sings the hymn of unity.
You are not one; you are us.

MyKoul