To People Of Knowledge Poem by Mohammad Younus

To people of knowledge —
sight is not given merely to perceive,
the shimmer of the world's surface,
but to pierce the veil—
to witness the silent revolutions of wisdom,
threaded through the tapestry of the creation.

These souls, unwavering in their sacred quest,
chart silent courses across eternity—
offering maps for the travelers on the path.

By their insight, they become teachers,
guiding the wavering steps of people of reason,
until even the shadows of doubt are stitched
into patterns of light.
In this way, do music, words of wisdom and light—
descend like soft rain—echoing in our hearts' ears.

Hearing is entrusted to us not as fleeting delight,
but as a vessel, for the currents of wisdom.
Sound is the sculptor's chisel—
shaping silence into the contours of inspiration,
that we speak to the souls seeking enlightenment.

Speech, the gift that mirrors creation's first breath,
bears within it the power to weave or unravel—
to either fracture or mend the delicate fabric of thought.

Every note of music, if heard with the ear of the soul,
rings out with the weight of ancient harmony—
a quiet reflection of the orbits that hum—
through the marrow of existence.

To those who bear the gift of wisdom,
music is not indulgence,
not the idle plaything of fleeting desire,
but a sacred envoy sent from realms unseen.

It walks beside us, a silent keeper of order,
whispering forgotten melodies
into the disarrayed chambers of the heart—
mending fractures, restoring rhythm,
returning us to the stillness we once knew.

In the cadence of sound, in the measured beat,
we rediscover the gentle currents of grace,
flowing in quiet cycles that mirror—
the breath of creation.

Through rhythm, we remember—
that beneath the noise of this world,
there lies a deeper music—
the song that binds all things,
swaying in unison with the great and silent dance—
that forever sings the world into being.

MyKoul