I Keep Replaying Images Of The Day Poem by Mohammad Younus

I keep replaying images of the day,
When God spoke to the assembly of angels:
I wanna make Adam as my Caliph on earth,
In my head in order to view:
How all the angels, save Iblis,
On Lord's bidding fell in prostration before Adam.

Late at night when I am in my divine dreams,
And early at Fajar when I and the singing birds,
Get up to witness the sun rising,
to fill the earth with its bright light,
I hear the resonating sound of Hu sprouting.
From every atom of the universe.

It's something about he way,
His Holiness speaks to me,
And enlightens my soul and heart:
'Indeed, I am Allah!
There is no deity except Me,
So worship Me and establish prayer,
For My remembrance';
My Lord is watching over my head!
I'm addicted to His touch of melodious music!
I could never get enough of Light and music,
From any other source.

True, The Thought Of my Lord Keeps Me always,
Remembering His name and glorifying His Honour;
Knowing Him Is A Blessing!
Thinking Of Him Keeps Connected to Him!
He is the originator - The Real Source of life!

Hoping for something Special,
Before The Eventual Leaving...
I am smiling as if He stands before me;
Meditating on Him,
...always Looking Great:
Spiritual Awakening let's me know,
That none but He is my Essential self;
It is He who loves Himself through my self!
My Thought Of Him is in reality,
His Thought Of Him;
He is beyond and beyond of my ambit of thinking.

MyKoul