To Know The Laws Of Conscience Poem by Mohammad Younus

To know the laws of Conscience,
To grasp its subtle ways,
Is no simple task—
Yet we must attune ourselves
To its whispers,
Echoing from the depths
Of our truest being,
Where truth and love reside.

How can we not feel the ache,
The weight of quiet sorrow,
As we behold the scars—
Wounds our hands have wrought
Upon creation's sacred garden,
Where the divine essence blooms,
Where life sings its eternal hymn?

Great efforts must we make,
To shield this fragile face of God,
Imprinted in every leaf,
Breathing in each gust of wind,
Dancing in the shimmer of light.
If we could see with deeper sight,
Would we not know what must be done—
How to honor these gifts,
Free, abundant, divine?

Let us embrace the world
As a mirror of the sacred essence,
A reflection of the infinite light.
Let us rise, humble and resolute,
To uphold the balance,
To restore the harmony we disturbed.

We have no right to scar
Its intricate design,
This living tapestry of transformation,
Binding the lifeless and the living
In an eternal cosmic dance.
Each thread we tear,
Each stain we impose,
Frays the fabric of existence.

In this alchemy of change,
Transformative energies are born,
Sacred, vital to the universe's plan.
To defy these laws—immutable,
Bent to serve fleeting whims—
Is to call forth our own undoing,
Consumed by the chaos we sow.

Yet, even now,
The earth endures,
Whispering of renewal,
Offering the gift of redemption.
May we listen,
May we heed,
And mend what remains,
For in each act of care,
The garden breathes again,
And the sacred dance continues.

MyKoul