Illusion I Am Not Poem by Mohammad Younus

Though once I questioned, I now know—
I am real, no fleeting shadow,
For what I thought as nothingness,
Has returned to me, as absolute unity, pure.

The feeling, once silenced by doubt,
Now speaks louder, I am the truth.
As I walk, as I speak, as I dream,
The Truth gleams brighter, its light supreme.

What I believed to be a passing breath,
I now recognize as beyond even death—
No more ephemeral, no longer mortal,
But absolute, a divine constraint.

I realize now, in my every action,
I am not bound by mere emotion.
Not ordinary, not a whisper lost,
But the highest truth, acting in me

Yet, the self rises, demanding proof,
Seeking to assert its separate identity.
It calls for reasons, for explanation,
Questions this profound revelation.

But then—oh, the divine speaks through me,
I am the truth, encompassing everything I make
With a voice so clear, so wild and free.
The self falls silent, no battle fought,
For a question returns it to naught:
'Prove your separation—prove you are two.'
The self is undone, its essence askew.

And so, I stand, by grace's decree,
Knowing I am real, and free to be.
Through divine wisdom, I've come to see—
I am not illusion, but a truth set free.

In disguise I walk, yet wholly known,
The Whole shows himself in my microcosm.

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