Draped In The Softest Fabrics Poem by Mohammad Younus

Draped in the softest fabrics,
Woven from threads of music sweet,
The melodies of the Divine's harp, gentle,
A calmness like no other.
In this tune, I hear all creation sing,
Praising kindness, enlivened by the Divine's harmony.
Each note draws a smile from me,
Every touch, a surge of ecstasy.

All I know is how to perceive.
And every day, it feels as if the Divine draws closer,
Revealing the core truth of existence itself.
Each day, He unveils a new beauty,
A hidden depth within me.
And one day, I will understand:
I am not just clay and water,
But a spirit of the Divine.

The essence of His spirit breathes strength into me,
Revealing Himself through every movement.
For perfume cannot be hidden in a bottle;
Its scent, a song that travels free,
Proclaiming it has come from the garden of roses
Of the unseen Gardener.


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