Soft Whispers Stir Within The Still Breast's Core Poem by Mohammad Younus

Soft whispers stir within the still breast's core,
No external voices—echoes from the soul's shore.
Listen closely; they hold secrets rare,
Delicate on the heart, unburdened by care.

Some words will reveal themselves, yet others lie,
Hidden truths our fragile minds deny.
Perhaps too deep for mortal sight,
Guarded well from piercing light.

Who speaks, who listens, as these murmurs play?
In veiled silence, they keep the world at bay.
Whispers chosen to remain concealed,
In the quiet, sacred truths are revealed.

A universal tongue of silence's grace,
Where intuition leads to wisdom's embrace.
The quiet voice lingers, a breeze in flight,
Bringing insights rare and radiant light.

Is it the divine who speaks through air,
Verses carried with gentle care?
Or is it the self, consciousness deep,
Stirring in moments when silence we keep?

Perhaps this is the divine's tender art—
To show His love through whispers of the heart.
No fading to black, but to shine pure white,
Guiding us all through shadow to light.


Mykoul