Hymning Unity, Lost In Timeless Trance Poem by Mohammad Younus

Hymning unity, lost in timeless trance,
Circles spread, whispers of delight,
Born where a fish leaps into view—
A constant kiss of ripples and river,
Ripples that never fade, they return again,
And the breeze, with playful hand,
Stirs them once more upon the river's face.

Swans and ducks glide in regal grace,
Across this sacred, mirrored space.
Their forms blend with life's heart,
Reflection and essence becoming one.
We share a knowing, silent gaze—
Born of water, in life's purest phase,
Where the river's soul and ours entwine,
And in this oneness, all becomes divine.

Being in the river's embrace,
Cradled since eternity,
Time cannot divide me—
Time runs through me, calm and quiet,
A hidden truth beneath endless skies.
No separation, no space, no time,
Only the essence, pure and sublime.
The river is me, and I am the river,
In this oneness, we cease to separate.

In the silent depth, all souls align,
Wahdatul Wajud, a truth so fine—
All is one, and one is all,
In the river's flow, I hear the call.
No boundary, no division, no end—
Just the divine, living and perpetual.

MyKoul