The Absurdity Of The Duality Poem by Mohammad Younus

Awareness—
a stillness within the tumult of the sea,
where all forms dissolve
into the silent hymn of the eternal.

Gnosis: the Beloved's very breath,
unfolding like a gaze in the mirror—
the reflection recognizing itself,
as sunlight trembles upon unmoving water.

Seer and seen—
a single light sifted through thought,
yet even light becomes a veil:
neither self nor other remains.

This 'I'—
a moth circling its own flame,
woven from the fire it cannot escape.
It does not perish by force,
but is undone by gnosis
that unthreads both lover and beloved
into a seamless, indivisible sameness.

Pause here, where all circling ceases,
where direction dissolves into 'You'—
yet even 'You' is erased,
becoming only a name for the nameless:
no place, no manner, no trace.

Not Moses' fire,
not the burning veil of Sinai—
what eye could endure
what cannot be contained?

No ladder remains, no ascent,
no summit for these withered flowers.
The seeker is only an echo of the Sought,
drinking from a cup that spills itself—
though even the cup is a mirage.

A grain of dust whispers: I was a guest.
Silence replies: You never left.

No door opens.
No difference survives.
Even the 'between' dissolves
into an embrace beyond all embrace—
neither union nor separation.

Rituals exhaust themselves in their own fire;
intention overflows
and empties into its own extinction.

Knowledge bows to gnosis,
and the known vanishes
in a single glance of the knower.

Burn the clay—it becomes the magician's game.
Polish the mind—only love remains unveiled.

Who binds? Who frees?
The question ignites—and consumes itself.

The wheel of appearances turns
upon an invisible axis of stillness;
remove the axis—
and even turning ceases.

Stillness? Motion?
Neither holds.

Between two breaths—
no void, no path, no sign—
only this:
an uncontained nectar,
never poured,
yet always already tasted.

Even this
is a ray returning to its source—
though no return has ever occurred,
no ray was ever apart.

Not two. Not one.
Not even 'not.'

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