Illuminate Your Soul: A Vast Journey Poem by Mohammad Younus

Illuminate your soul with the eternal flame—
a call that shakes your depths,
wild, radiant, untamed.
Tear through veils of slumber,
webs of fear,
echoes of not enough,
the hollow world's deceits.
Now—awaken.
Break the chains.
Set free the whispers doubt has caged.
Is flesh and bone the sum of your truth?
Or beneath each wound, does a galaxy pulse?
Is this shadowed world the end of your story?
Or within your soul, does a forgotten melody linger?
What stirs now in the silent chambers,
where breath holds still—
that song your soul once knew
before the threshold of death?
A flame, sharp yet tender,
flows through your veins like liquid light,
rekindling embers, dissolving the night.
Yet somewhere, winds of indifference
dimmed your sacred fire.
Somewhere, borrowed dreams
veiled your true name.
The storm of voices—be this, do that—
drowned the melody
that was yours alone.
But now, rise.
Shake off the dust of forgetting.
Let truth's bold mirror
shatter the mirage.
Seek those whose laughter
stirs the strings of the cosmos,
whose tears reflect galaxies,
whose hands cradle another's fears.
They walk the earth,
yet their hearts soar among stars.
Their eyes hold the first light of dawn,
unlocking the grip of night.
In their gaze, you will find the face
lost in the mist—
lanterns linked in darkness,
where destinies recognize one another.
They will find you
when thirst shatters comfort,
when walls of pride collapse,
when yearning stands bare.
Their voices, like smoldering whispers,
will fan your flame
until shadows bow before your light.
Leave behind the corridors of illusion,
where truth is mocked,
where masks are sold for coins,
where reality feels foreign.
Step into the circle where sacred echoes dance,
not in the prison of perfection,
but in the joy of second chances.
Claim your place among the travelers
who drink from the eternal spring,
where brokenness is holy
and every wound sings.
Do not surrender to chains—
entrust yourself to the wave
that carves the shore,
whispering, You are so much more.
You dreamed you were a beggar—
awaken, O royal soul!
The healer dwells within,
the mender of shattered light.
This path—the rhythm of your breath.
This end—where all begins.
The dance of soul and cosmos,
where love forever spins.
So let your spark become a flame,
a torch in the dark,
a symphony of light—
turning the ordinary into a gateway,
opening a blazing path
to the infinite embrace.
For you are both the traveler
and the sacred destination sought.

— MyKoul