On The Wings Of My Soul, I Fly Poem by Mohammad Younus

On the wings of my soul, I fly,
not knowing, not understanding where.
I am flying to my Eternal home,
innocent, young, just born,
with my whole life before me.
I am never old,
unworn out, undoctored,
calm and cool,
because I'm from the Eternal,
living in Eternity.

Good enough, beyond measure, inside,
not like anything, not unlike anything.
I am from the Eternal Truth,
the hidden thing, opening.
I have always been as I am,
showing myself across and through everything.
It is impossible to explain
what my True self is.
I am in boundless presence.

MyKoul