The Blossoms Of Life Gently Unfurl Poem by Mohammad Younus

The blossoms of life gently unfurl—
I gather a bouquet for the King,
Behold, the Ruler of realms within,
Sovereign of all, mighty and unseen.

Purple redeems life's flowering grace,
Yellow, the spirit's light, the sun of love,
Red, a pulse within my veins,
guiding me to love's truest call.
Blue spans the heavens' vast embrace,
a canopy poured forth by One
who casts mercy and endless grace.
Behold, the love that endures beyond time!

Black cradles mystic depths,
a power veiled, profound—
the black light, a light without form,
pure, beyond matter and mind.
The light of the divine Self-in-itself,
the mystic moves through black to green
to know his own True Essence—
the state of a friend of God.
Green springs forth as time unfurls,
revealing truth, life's hidden seed.
The superconscious,
the wellspring of all wisdom

And white—pure light upon light—
the prime source, the beginning of all.
As the verse reads:
'Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth.
His light is like a niche in which there is a lamp,
the lamp is in a crystal,
the crystal is like a shining star,
lit from ˹the oil of˺ a blessed olive tree,
˹located˺ neither to the east nor the west,
whose oil would almost glow,
even without being touched by fire.'

The divine light is the truest light
This light is the source of all seven lights
So I have gathered for the King—
Bouquets of the truest blossoms
Rich and noble, radiant hues
to adorn the palace of my heart.

I wish to cradle Your diamond within,
to feel the gleam of my spirit rise
I yearn to bind myself to the King within,
as His beauty fills my soul.
The touch of His blossoms calls to me—
I long to be freed, to rise again,
to return to my origin,
and become one with the King.

MyKoul