Life Flows, A River Without Banks Poem by Mohammad Younus

Life flows, a river without edges,
its surface sparkling with scattered light,
while deep below, in quiet waters,
currents carry secrets older than time—
truths that reflect my own face,
unknown yet familiar,
carved into the core of existence.

The Nameless holds all names,
like a forest holds its leaves:
each one unique in shape and color,
yet connected to a single, whispering root.
They flutter—brief, fleeting words—
too many to count, too quick to hold,
fading into the hum of the unseen.

Once, I was a bird balanced on the wind,
a song made of sky and strength.
Now, I am stone, cracked by time,
each break a song to the sea's endless push.
Still, the ocean's rhythm is mine:
I rise with the moon's silver breath,
sink into the deep, dark night,
a dance older than desire.

What is life but the Divine unfolding?
A breath moving through the stars,
lighting sparks in the human heart.
The soul? A longing—
a yearning for the promise written in stardust,
spoken when Earth was new,
and we were nothing but potential.

We are echoes, yes,
but in our fragile voices trembles
the sound of forever.
Listen: even silence vibrates
with the memory of creation's first note.

If the wind stops its wandering song,
if the clock's hands wilt like flowers,
I will rest in the arms of the infinite—
let the night weave my being into its fabric,
far from the grasping hours of past and future.
Here, in the cradle of stars,
I am both held and holding.

All names fade.
Mountains wear down to dust;
rivers lose their voices.
Even the sun is a brief flicker—
a passing glow in the dark's hold.
Life: a flame trembling in the void's hand,
each birth a spark, each death the smoke
that feeds the next fire.

I do not know why the world comforts me,
only that when I listen closely,
something answers.
Not in words, not in melody,
but in a vibration deeper than bone—
an ancient song woven into every part of me.
The ocean's vastness feels small
compared to this connection,
and the sky's endless blue?
A child's reach beside the unity
that ties earth to stars,
thorn to sky,
my breath to yours—
the breath of the Eternal All.

—MyKoul