The Truth Calls, Low, Soft, And Steady Poem by Mohammad Younus

The Truth calls, low, soft, and steady,
Echoing through the valley of my soul.
Its sound stirs me from deep slumber,
A voice flowing from each atom of my being.

"Walk with care in this transient world, "
The Truth whispers, tender yet profound.
"For I am your essence, the core of your being,
And I wish for you to remain true to yourself.
Every breath you draw, when steeped in love,
Becomes an offering to the Great Spirit,
The mother of all spirits, who sustains your life."

The wisdom sings, a dance across the cosmos,
A melody that predates the birth of time.
I carry it within me, etched into my essence,
Since eternity first breathed its light through me.

This song of Truth, eternal and pure,
Will never cease, a timeless refrain.
It binds my spirit to the infinite web,
Uniting all, yet uniquely mine.

It calls me to tread with reverence and grace,
To honor the divine spark within.
For in every true breath, a hymn arises,
A sacred resonance of love and life.

And as I move through this fleeting realm,
I hear the Truth's unbroken song.
Its echo guides my every step,
Ever drawing me back to where I belong.

MyKoul