The Divine Golden Thread Weaves Poem by Mohammad Younus

A golden thread shimmers,
weaving eternity into form,
binding creation in a seamless dance
of unity and purpose.
Unseen, yet ever-present,
it pulses through the cosmos,
stitching existence together
with infinite grace.
From spiraling galaxies
unfurling in silent majesty
to the delicate veins
of a newborn leaf,
this thread flows—unbroken,
eternal in its gleam.
It is the breath of the divine,
a whisper from the infinite,
coursing through every atom,
every heartbeat,
every fleeting thought.
In the hush of dawn, it glows,
a promise of renewal,
infusing the world with radiance
beyond the reach of time.
It is the wellspring of beauty,
the source of all life,
the silent witness
to the unfolding of countless stories—
each a shimmering strand
in the grand design.
Through blossoms kissed by light,
through lavender mist
and the hush of morning,
through the tranquil embrace of hills,
the golden thread glides,
a quiet reminder
of the sacred unity in all things.
It is the bridge
between seen and unseen,
mortal and eternal,
finite and infinite.
In its glow, shadows dissolve,
and the world awakens
to the truth of its own divinity.
This thread is the essence
of creation itself—
the divine spark
that ignites the soul,
illuminates the path,
and unveils the hidden light.
It is the eternal song,
woven through the ages,
calling all beings to remember—
their origin is divine,
their purpose, sacred,
their place inseparable
from the infinite weave.
In its presence, time dissolves,
and all things shine anew—
the fleeting made timeless,
the ordinary, divine.

—MyKoul