Life Time Drifts Too Swiftly To Wait Poem by Mohammad Younus

Life time drifts too swiftly to wait—
for the distant bloom of dreams.
Happiness is not a far-off shore,
nor gold buried beyond the horizon—
it dwells in the quiet hush of spiritual life.

It lingers in the curve of a smile,
in dawn's soft breath of gold,
spilling light across the sky's canvas,
in the deep hush where soul sings.
These are not petty ordinary moments—
they are the songs of creation,
Divine whispering softly, I am here,
waiting for your eyes to open.

Let not tomorrow's distant dreams shadow the glow of today.
The future calls, yet offers no promise to meet,
and the past holds no pen to rewrite its tale.
What remains, what is truly yours—
is this breath, this pulse—
this promising, sacred moment.

To live in the now is to seek divine—
woven into the fabric of manifestation,
So hold the present as the rare gift of the divine.

Pause—feel the sun's tender kiss,
hear the music of eternal laughter,
watch the leaves pirouette in the wind.
These fleeting petals are divine itself,
Only one who has imperfect vision, calls them fading, ephemeral beauty.

Embrace the divine manifestation gently,
with hands cupped in gratitude,
for they are the only faces of veiled reality.

MyKoul