Whispers Of The True Self Poem by Mohammad Younus

Whispers of the true self:
You, who cannot fathom
the breath that follows this one,
how dare you unveil
tomorrow's shrouded veil?

This life—a ripple fading,
a bubble adrift on time's restless tide,
brief as dew dissolving
in dawn's first light.

We are mist upon the threshold,
half-seen, dissolving into radiance—
a sigh, a shimmer, a fleeting hush
slipping through clenched fingers,
yet lingering in memory's hush.

We return, always return—
in the bloom of a bud, in the flight of a wing,
in every end that births a beginning.

Death? A sleight of sight.
The bubble bursts—yet the ocean sings.
The breath stills—yet the wind remembers.
Life folds inward, only to rise again,
a tide unceasing in its sacred dance.

Chase not the horizon's vanishing glow,
nor tally the debts the future owes.
Time is a vagabond, passing through;
this breath, this pulse, this now—
where eternity unveils itself.

Here I root myself,
still as stone, alive as flame,
where yesterday's ashes feed tomorrow's roots.
Here, my heart drums the hymn of Oneness—
the infinite's refrain,
whispered back to the stars.

—MyKoul