There Is But One Wellspring Poem by Mohammad Younus

There is but one wellspring—
eternal, whole—
The essence of energy,
the core of my soul.

Called forth in directions,
it shifts and flows,
A force emerging
wherever it goes.

Force—energy in movement,
alive and awake,
Through channels unseen,
new shapes it takes.

The life force surges,
unceasing, unbound,
Manifesting creation
in rhythm profound.

It must flow, it must move—
an endless stream,
Sweeping me along,
as if in a dream.

Caught in its current,
its powerful tide,
No anchor to tether,
no place to hide.

Yet, deep in the silence,
a whisper takes form—
A calling unknown,
beyond the norm.

What part of me lingers,
unseen, unheard?
What truths lie waiting
in stillness deferred?

For if I remain
forever adrift,
Swept from the truth,
I'll never uplift.

So I turn to the mystery,
the quiet within,
To seek the unknown—
where all journeys begin.

The source is one,
yet I must discover
The true self waiting
where secrets hover.

In balance, I find
what movement conceals—
The force of the One,
revealed as it heals.

MyKoul