Let The Illusions Rise In Flames Poem by Mohammad Younus

Let the illusions rise in flames,
And the gods of illusion turn to ash,
Becoming nothing but distant memory.
No longer do I long for yesterday,
I never wish to miss the rain of today.

I hold the now, forever,
Past and future—
No longer part of my lexicon.
Through the night, through the day,
I pass through the now.
They exist side by side in the now.

I hold the now, forever.
I will never be separated from the now.
Wedded to the now, I stay.
The now lives in me, and I in the now.
Through the night, through the day,
I pass through the now.
They exist side by side in the now.

Just close your eyes,
Breathe in the now,
Feel the now within you,
And you are one with the now.

I tell myself: I will not die,
For death is but life's other face.
Both are but the two faces of the now.

So every night I lie awake in the now,
And every day, I labor in the now,
Thinking of all that exists in the now.
In every dream, I see the now—immortal.
The Great name of the divine is 'The Now.'
In the now, I live, I die,
And in the now, all is one.

MyKoul