Upon My Head, A Golden Temple Stands Poem by Mohammad Younus

Upon my head, a golden temple stands,
atop the mountain's peak.
Lightning, thunder, and heavy rains descend—
I dance to the songs the divine river sings—
the song of the living spirit.

My heart beats with passionate desire—
to reach the city divine within,
and rise from the abyss of ignorance,
full-aware and enlightened.

I am swayed,
as if the divine mother croons me in the cradle,
and cradles me close, like a newborn child,
with honest tears of joy and thankfulness in her eyes,

Her tears fall like rain, watering our fields,
coursing through the rocky, dry places of the self,
and flow to the golden temple,
crowning the mountain top—
where all journeys converge.

MyKoul