The Unwise, The Ignorant Poem by Mohammad Younus

The unwise, the ignorant—
often your teachers,
not by intent, nor design,
but through the mirrors they hold,
revealing the paths to avoid.

More than the wise,
they instruct you:
through their missteps,
their blindness to truth,
the clamor of their illusions.

Watch them stumble,
see where they falter,
understand how they stray.
Ponder the roots of their delusion—
their mistakes etch lessons
deep into the fabric of your being.

In their errors, you uncover truth;
in their ignorance, you find clarity.
Through their noise,
you learn the sacred value of silence.

Thank them—not in mockery,
but with the humility of a seeker.
Even the unwise
offer a precious gift:
a sharper sight to discern the real,
the grace to choose a better way.

This is the way to learn:
from all, from everything—
from shadows as much as light.
Each encounter a teacher,
if only you have the eyes to see.

The illusioned, the ignorant
are not valueless clods of clay;
they are reminders:
how treading their path
might harm me,
unless I carve my own way to truth.

Each illusion tells a story
of how they've strayed—
and how I must guard my steps,
seeking always the light.

MyKoul