Man, You're A Secret Poem by Mohammad Younus

Man, you're a secret,
hidden from sight,
the axis on which
creation takes flight.

It can't be spoken,
nor revealed with ease—
the storm it would summon
must never be released.

Not in scriptures,
nor priestly refrain;
should a kingly priest know,
he'd call it profane,
branding your truth
a heretical belief.

The bridge of Heaven
to Earth below—
not angelic wings,
but man's own soul.

Cast off the chains
of illusion's snare,
shed ignorance;
the divine wisdom
is the reality of man.

The question lingers,
its answer rings true:
can God's own image
exist apart from man?

Man, you've strayed,
forgotten your grace,
dimmed the soul's light,
its radiant core.

You've likened yourself
to the common, the plain,
forsaking the sacred
God has breathed into you.

But when you remember
your essence divine,
the illusion of separation
will dissolve in your mind.

And what is the secret
I dare to confide?
If I were to speak it,
worlds would turn—
upside down.

Even Rumi whispers
the same refrain:
in the reed's lament,
Truth's hidden name is man.

"The secret lies beneath—
through highs and lows.
To reveal it aloud,
the world would implode.
What the reed conveys—
in its aching themes,
if spoken outright,
would tear at its seams."

—MyKoul