How Can I Hold An Inner Silence Poem by Mohammad Younus

How can I hold an inner silence—
a quietness wide enough
to catch the resonating, sacred voice—
that soft ripple beneath the surface,
so often lost in the fevered currents of my mind?

How can I stop drifting,
stirred by the ceaseless hum
of illusions,
and mundane desires,
where even the wind
rushes louder than the voice I seek?

Is there a way to walk beside my soul,
to sit with the silent guide—
the one who waits, patient,
in the shaded room within?

Perhaps it begins with space—
a clearing where breath rises,
soft as morning mist,
undisturbed by the clamor of living.

I see now—
to welcome this presence,
something must be released.
I must pry loose my hold
on the noise that cradles me,
uncurl the layers of my busy hands,
lay down the comfort of distraction.

I must learn the Zikr-i Dâim,
to build within me
a quiet retreat
where only the essential enters,
where the voice I seek
has room to linger—
unrushed, unshaken.

And there,
I will stay long enough
to listen.

MyKoul