Sacred Is The Whole Manifestation Poem by Mohammad Younus

Sacred is the whole manifestation:
Sacred the breath that stirs the deep,
Sacred the soil where my first cries weep.
Sacred the earth where my bones shall lie,
Sacred the loam, both vast and nigh.
Sacred the heavens where star-flames keep.

Sacred the dawn in silver's rise,
Sacred the dusk with embered sighs.
Sacred the sun, ablaze, untamed,
Sacred the moon, in silence framed.

Sacred the storm, its thunder's psalm,
Sacred the hush before the calm.
Sacred the rain that anoints the clay,
Sacred the winds that shape the way.

Sacred the peaks in crowns of white,
Sacred the vales in shadowed light.
Sacred the pines that whisper lore,
Sacred the rivers that carve the core.

Sacred the dunes in breathless song,
Sacred the waves that chant along.
Sacred the grain in amber rows,
Sacred the fields where starlight glows.

Yet tell me—do you hear the hush,
The silent chord beneath the rush?
A breath that moves through leaf and stone,
Unfolding life yet never known.

The Nameless One, the Breath, the Seed,
Before the first word, before the need.
In root and wing, in tide and flame,
One voice resounds, yet none can name.

Sacred the veiled, the seen, the known,
From boundless void to blood and bone.
All that drifts, all yet spun,
It is You who breathes alone, O Holy One.

—MyKoul