I Never Saw Myself Coming Poem by Mohammad Younus

I never saw myself coming,
I can never see myself going.
I just never— I just never—
This coming and going,
An illusion! An illusion!
I am here! I am here! I am here!

Unseen by my own gaze, I wonder,
Bound by the pulse of time's river.
Where am I in this dance of time?
Fleeting, shifting—the self evades me—
Yet, I stand—still—rooted in reality.

I gaze at the horizon,
But the answer resides within.
Not in the past or the future,
But in the sacred now.
Not in salvation's distant call,
Nor in life's unraveling threads.
For I have never arrived,
And I need not depart.

I am the watcher, I am the watched,
I am the thought, I am the thinker.
I am born of the timeless command
That does not dissolve into nothingness.
I am the edge, the blind edge—
Where nothing and everything meet.

This coming and going—
It is the echo of an illusion.
The self forever caught in the play,
Yet always here, ever-present.
I am here! I am here!

In this moment, I do not seek
What I was, or what I am to be—
Only what I am now.
This now—without beginning, without end—
I am here! I am here! I am here!

MyKoul