We Enter Softly The Dawn Of Ourselves Poem by Mohammad Younus

We enter softly the dawn of ourselves,
where shadows of yesterday linger long,
to cast light upon our waking eyes.

The dawn hums with the quiet music of becoming—
each song a lesson, each breeze a promise—
whispering through the hollows of the heart.
The horizon stretches, woven with gold threads of light,
while the sky, unburdened, unfurls
like a sacred scroll.

Here, night's shadows stand not as a wall—
but a doorway,
framed by the tender breath of now.
Illusion, a pale bird, perches beside us,
soft in its warnings, gentle in its flight.

And the present—ah, the present—
folds itself around us like silk,
delicate yet unyielding in its truth:
You are here, and this is enough.

The winds murmur secrets beneath the skin of the world,
and we lean closer—
as if drawn by the rustling of eternity.
Light curves along the rim of morning,
and leaves murmur their hymn against the glass—
a soft percussion, reminding us to look deeper.

Beauty blooms unnoticed at first,
like wild violets between forgotten stones,
until we find ourselves kneeling, hands open,
gathering beauty in small handfuls,
marveling at the wildness that was always near—
always waiting, just beneath the surface.

—MyKoul