The King Of All Dominions Moves Each Soul By His Light Poem by Mohammad Younus

The King of all dominions stirs each soul by His light,
Unseen, He draws all hearts to reach the goal by His light.

Are we but puppets, or the veiled Divine in form?
The Command and the One—are they not whole by His light?

He sways our thoughts, our breath, our dreams with grace,
And shapes each soul, restores the whole by His light.

From dust to stars, His breath was softly laid—
Thus, we arise to seek our role by His light.

The heavens turn, the veils of night obey,
Each orbit fixed upon its pole by His light.

Like camels circling round the tethered ring,
We're led by no reins—just the scroll by His light.

O blessed are the hearts that burn with love,
In rapture lost, their spirits roll by His light.

Though tongues fall silent, all creation sings:
"All in One, and One in All, " by His light.

O MyKoul, speak—your flame has touched the truth,
Let even silence bear its toll by His light.

The moth that dances near the fire's flame
Finds not its death, but union's soul by His light.

The river flows yet never leaves its source,
The tide returns to make it whole by His light.

The lover's cry, the seeker's aching sigh—
All echo that first sacred toll by His light.

No leaf may fall but He has willed its flight,
No sparrow strays beyond its role by His light.

Both sage and fool may dance—though one may see—
The steps are learned, but none control by His light.

Be still, O MyKoul—the Weaver threads your way,
Each knot, each tear, each stitch made whole by His light.

—MyKoul