Reincarnation Poem by Mohammad Younus

Reincarnation—
a tale spun in the loom of time,
a myth of eternity's longing,
a whisper of cycles,
of lives lived and lost,
of souls seeking redemption
or retribution.
Yet you—
you are not bound by return,
nor shaped anew by the wheel of fate.
You are not reborn;
you are revealed—
eternity's truth, whole and unbroken.
You are the stillness beneath the storm,
the unchanging core of all that shifts and flows.
Your essence is divine,
self-sufficient, self-sustained—
neither born nor perishing.
No fragment of you is lost,
no shadow of you fades.
Everlasting One,
your breath fills the vastness of creation,
your presence pulses in the heart of every star,
in the silence between thoughts,
in the space between atoms.
No descent, no return,
for the spark of the sacred
glows in all—
small or great, pure or profane,
human or beyond human.
The divine is not divided,
not scattered into lesser forms.
It is One,
whole and indivisible,
the silent witness
to existence itself.
Yet the illusioned yearn
for divine flesh to walk among them,
for union through merging,
for absorption into what was never apart.
They seek in fragments
what is already whole,
what has never ceased to be.
Yes, the tides of time may mark
the rise and fall of names,
the shifting faces of being—
kings and beggars, lovers and warriors,
creatures of earth and sky,
all dancing to the rhythm of change.
But your essence,
timeless and unbound,
remains as it was,
as it is,
as it will ever be.
O no, you had no beginning—
nor shall you ever taste an end.
You are the infinite,
the eternal,
the unchanging truth
that holds the universe in its gaze.
You are the source and the destination,
the question and the answer,
the silence and the song.
And so, beyond the veil of rebirth,
beyond the cycles of life and death,
beyond the illusions of separation and return,
you awaken—
whole, complete,
forever.

MyKoul