O Seeker, Arise—the Dawn's First Light Poem by Mohammad Younus

O seeker, arise—the dawn's first light,
Unveils the face of the Unseen Sight.
A hush, then a flute—what voice is this?
The Beloved's laugh in the morning's kiss.

The sun ascends—all thought takes flight,
Stars kneel in silence, drunk on His might.
No cup but the Sky-Hand fills my wine,
No grape but the tears of the Lost Divine.

The revelers spin, yet their feet remain,
Bound by chains of self and name—
Till Kawthar's wave, both fierce and bright,
Washes the dust of the ego's blight.

O Reason, you clock of rusted gears,
Be still—time itself disappears!
This brew's not pressed from earth's frail vine,
But poured from the Moon's own crystal shrine.

No compass points where its gardens bloom,
Yet nightingales sing of its perfume.
It shatters the cage of 'I' and 'you, '
Yet forges a mirror—pristine, true.

The Shoreless Sea—no boat, no oar,
Just One… just One… forevermore.
They seem drunk, yet their eyes hold fast,
As the Phoenix soars at last.

O Sun-King, melt this waxen wing—
Let me burn, let me rise, let me sing.

— MyKoul