In The Meadow's Hush, Where Wildflowers Rise Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the meadow's hush, where wildflowers rise,
Untouched by hands, beneath open skies,
A symphony of colors, a dance of light,
Each petal a story, each stem a rite. Among them, one lifts its face in prayer,
Drinking the sun's golden air.

No gardener's touch has placed it here,
No careful pruning shapes its sphere.
It grows where the wind has cast its dream,
By the brook's soft murmur, where moonlight gleams.
It sways with the rhythm of breath unseen,
Rooted in truths both vast and serene.

O flower of the sacred glen,
Teach me the ways beyond the ken Of fleeting time, of earthbound ties, Of wisdom whispered where silence lies.
You bloom unshackled, pure and free,
A soul unclaimed by destiny.

You rise from the cracks of ancient stone,
A wanderer, yet never alone.
For in your stillness, the cosmos sings,
Through your roots, the Eternal clings.
Not lost, nor bound, but held in grace,
A quiet flame in time's embrace.

May I, like you, in wildness stay, With the Divine to light my way. Unfettered by the world's design,
A wildflower in the garden divine. Let me grow where love is willed,
In the soil of truth, with longing stilled.

Teach me to dance with the winds unknown,
To find beauty where the wild things roam.
To bloom where I am placed, in storm or sun,
Knowing my purpose is never undone.
For in the vastness, I need not despair,
Only breathe the light-filled air.

O wildflower, your whispers call,
A song of the One, resounding in all. To live is to be, unbound and free,
A ripple of the Infinite's decree.
In your delicate strength, I find my creed:
To be wild, to be true, to be all I need.

MyKoul