Whisper Not Of Love's Secrets To Those Lost In Empty Night Poem by Mohammad Younus

Whisper not of love's secrets to those lost in empty night—
But sing! The dawn remembers—every shadow holds its light.

The saffron's scent may choke the beast who feeds on dust alone,
Yet in the smallest seed, the Tree of Truth is known.

Last night, the Beloved laughed through my trembling dream:
'Why fear the shattered idol? I am the glue between.'

O King, Your tangled tresses are chains of molten sun—
Not to bind, but burn away all 'you' until we're One.

How could Oneness stay hidden when Your breath moves every leaf?
The nightingale's cry cracks the sky—joy drowns all grief.

At Alast, we swore beneath the undying Tree,
Its roots still pulse beneath the earth's forgetful sea.

Love's hurricane? No—a gardener's hand, MyKoul,
Pruning thorns to wake the rose in every soul.

The moth's wings fail—yet look! Its ash takes flight again,
A thousand new moons kindled from that pain.

The midnight rose bows not to sun nor moon's command,
Its perfume writes 'All praise' across the land.

Grieve not the fallen petals—their gold still feeds the vine,
The Gardener's winepress turns all tears to wine.

The river chained? Its song grows louder through the stones,
'The Ocean's here—in every drop My thunder moans! '

MyKoul, the cup was shattered only to reveal
The Wine pours eternal—Drink now—here—and heal.

MyKoul