The Rats Scurry Through The Fields Of Spirituality Poem by Mohammad Younus

The rats scurry through the fields of spirituality,
Gnawing at the roots of the tree of truth,
Dragging mystic seekers to graves of ash and scrap—
Fields littered with the garbage of the hollow and false,
Where wisdom is mocked in whispers of illusion.

Yet, high above their petty scurrying,
On the Mountain of Light,
The mystic stands beneath the open sky.
The vast silence of morning embraces him,
A silence alive with the lore of eternity,
Where the air hums with the sacred refrain:
Hu, Hu, Hu...

Unmoved by the rats' blind frenzy,
The mystic breathes in the song of creation,
Each note dissolving the veils of illusion.
His heart becomes a mirror to the infinite light,
Reflecting the eternal truth of light and music.

For the mountain knows no clouds of darkness,
No smoke and illusions can mar its pristine face.
And the mystic, released from the clamor of illusions,
Holds the eternal mantra within—
A testament to wisdom untouched,
An echo of the divine essence: Hu, Hu.

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