Love Is Not Born Of Hatred Poem by Mohammad Younus

Love is not born of hatred,
nor does it bow to the whims of preference,
to the chains of allegiance.
It does not cling to the masks we wear—
personality, status, belief—
nor does it kneel before the altars of the revered,
those who walked before us,
their deeds etched in stone,
their words carved into doctrine.

Love is not a shrine to the departed,
not a plea to intermediaries,
not a bridge to the divine.
It is not salvation sought in the shadow of another,
not absolution found in the echoes of their teachings.

True love is the quiet knowing
that all beings are mirrors,
reflections of the same infinite light,
the same boundless essence.
It is the force that weaves us together,
threads of the same cosmic fabric,
unbroken, undivided.

In its purest form,
love does not seek to possess,
to control, to limit.
It seeks only to embrace,
to uplift,
to remind each soul
that it is already whole,
already one with the source.

The journey to truth,
to grace,
is not through the worship of personalities,
but through the direct connection
to that universal love,
the love that flows through all things,
that breathes life into all creation.

This is the love that liberates,
that heals,
that atones.
It is the love that sees no separation,
only unity.
Only oneness.

And in this oneness,
we find our way home.

— MyKoul