Lips Unmoved, But Within, A Sound Poem by Mohammad Younus

Lips unmoved, but within, a sound,
Seeking the sounder that cannot be found.
Thoughts drift themselves into the silence,
The mind at rest, spinning not straws into gold.

Wisdom drops, like sacred beads, descend,
No longer rehearsing old deeds,
Following where Fitrah divine leads,
Planting seeds of wisdom, the divine words.

Abiding in a space so still, uncrowded,
Comfortable within my open space,
I gaze into the mirror, see my face,
False self is gone without a trace.

Enlightenment by light upon light,
In the cave within, the divine sun shines,
The eternal spring of light flows free,
An ancient bell rings, keeping me awake.

Divine speech, wordless and soundless,
Constantly hearing, inspired by the divine.
No thoughts disturb, no words come into play—
Peaceful soul, forever stay with me.

'O thou who hast attained inner peace,
Return unto thy Sustainer,
Well-pleased and pleasing Him.
Enter, then, together with My servants—
Yea, enter thou into My paradise.'

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