The Morning Star Begins To Rise Poem by Mohammad Younus

The morning star begins to rise,
Though darkness still clings to the skies.
Shadows still linger, trying to hold,
Their grasp on me, though weak and old.

The enlightened know the odds of illusion,
As the sun of awareness gently ascends,
We see our face, where illusion ends—
Our divine eyes, eager to behold,
The essence of truth, the light untold.

And when we see our reality unfold,
We surely know—the sun divine never sets.
In freedom's light, the night dissolves,
And eternal day through all evolves.

Moonlight and sunlight flow as one,
Through heart, soul, mind—our journey done.
Let's see how the night frees,
And eternal day appears with ease.

MyKoul