Life Circumambulates Poem by Mohammad Younus

Life circumambulates—
round and round it moves, relentless,
its destination unknown to all.
Spinning each day in silent circles,
like stars bound to orbits unseen,
never certain of what dawn will bring.

The wheel of time turns ever onward,
a dance between fate and free will,
each step unknown, yet certain—
a rhythm woven from the ancient threads—
of existence, tangled in mystery.

An endless circumambulation—
turning beneath the divine decree.
On paths curved by sacred design,
we spin, day by day,
each one caught in the river of time—
the ceaseless wheel that carries us on.

Through each revolution, we seek and search,
for meaning, for peace, for truth untold,
drifting like leaves in the current of life,
yet always drawn to the source.
For in the circle, there is both end and beginning,
a return to the One who set us spinning.

What lies beyond the horizon of our gaze,
we may never know—but onward we travel,
bound to the eternal path,
where every moment is a prayer,
every breath a call to the divine.

In the great expanse of life's cycle,
we find ourselves—fragile, yet infinite—
moving through time like waves on the sea,
forever drawn toward the shore of truth.

And when we have circled long enough,
we return again, as all must do,
to the One who set the wheel in motion—
a spark of light in the endless dance,
a divine spark within us all.

MyKoul