I Asked My Beloved, The Maker Of My Soul Poem by Mohammad Younus

I asked my Beloved, the Maker of my soul,
'Shall we revive the bond that once made us whole? '
He said, 'I hear your plea, so tender, so true,
Yes, let us be friends again—I am here with you.'

I sought the secrets hidden deep within,
The mysteries veiled beneath the skin.
He said, 'They heard My voice, and trembled in awe,
For My truth is a fire that consumes every flaw.'

I asked, 'Reveal to me the essence of Your light,
Unveil the root of all, the core of what's right.'
He answered, 'You are the veil that obscures your sight,
Remove it, and you'll behold the eternal bright.

For what stands between us is but your own shade,
Lift it, and the path to Me shall be laid.
Then shall you see what's real, what's true,
The hidden light shining, forever in view.'

I asked, "Where does life begin? What is its core? "
He said, "First, seek wisdom's flame—be steadfast, explore.
For only the seeker who walks with pure heart
Shall find the beginning, where all things start.

Tread the path where love's river flows,
A traveler firm, where the worthy go.
Through trials and whispers, through shadow and flame,
You'll find the source from which all life came."

I asked, 'Did not all forms arise from a single point?
From one breath, one spark, were they not anointed? '
He answered, 'Walk the path of love, and you'll see,
All is one, and the one is Me.'

I asked, "What lies within, and what lies without?
What separates the seeker from the sought? "
He answered, "There is no in, there is no out.
What dwells in your heart, the world will reflect—
A mirror of truth, in all things connect.

The boundary you see is but a veil,
A fleeting illusion, a fragile tale.
Break it, and you'll find Me everywhere,
In the earth, in the sky, in the air you share."

I asked, 'Who first conceived the dot, the spark?
How did it emerge from the infinite dark? '
He said, 'The one who knows this truth in their soul
Walks with faith, for the dot makes them whole.

It is not a thing of time or space,
But a glimpse of the eternal, a sacred trace.
To know it is to see with eyes unbound,
To hear the silence where all sound is found.'

I asked Love's secret point to me confide,
In whispered hush, with none beside.
It said, 'If I were to set it free,
Could you bear its weight in destiny?

For love's secret is a fire that burns,
A force that transforms, a tide that turns.
To hold it is to be consumed, yet reborn,
To lose yourself, and in Me, be sworn.'

I asked, "Are You One, alone, without peer? "
He said, "Beyond oneness, I dwell, ever clear.
Past unity's bounds, where the veils drift away,
In the realm beyond being, there I stay.

I am the silence before the first word,
The unseen presence, the hum unheard.
I am the source, the end, the way,
The dawn of nothing, the end of day."

I asked, 'I wish to see with insight's gaze,
To pierce the veil of time's endless maze.'
He said, 'For this, your gazelle-eyes must gleam,
Lined with kohl's wisdom, to see the unseen.'

I asked, 'What does kohl bestow? '
He answered, 'The truth from falsehood you shall know.
It sharpens the sight of the heart's own eye,
To see Me in all, beneath every sky.'

MyKoul whispers: 'Aleph is boundless, infinite bright,
A letter, a symbol, a beacon of light.
Behold and witness God's oneness and might,
For in the Aleph, all worlds unite.'

MyKoul
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