Sound, Sound, Sound, Sound Poem by Mohammad Younus

Sound, sound, sound—
Wavelengths that flow,
A stream of conscience,
Shaping into thoughts.
Thoughts emerge,
Turning into words.

Sound, sound, sound—
Creating thoughts
That birth in words—
Words like beads
On the rosary of sentences.
Verses of poetry,
Filled with emotions, feelings,
Experiments, observations,
Breathed into poems.

Intuitions of a soul,
Reflections of the mind,
A glimpse of what I see
In the mirror.
I
see
me,
But now,
I see beyond—
I see
truth.

Not just me, not just me,
Not just me, not just me—
I think what I see
Are sounds of the divine
In me.
Sounds,
Sounds, sounds—
Echoing in the heart's eye.
I speak in words,
But now I know—
What am I speaking?
Pure and unspoken truth,
A harmony
Of a soul that has found
Its home.

This is what I see.
I see myself
In the mirror.
I
am
whole.

I have learned,
How
The Divine
Sees.
And through these sounds,
I
see
me
In the image of the divine.

MyKoul