A Crown Of Thorns From My Former Life Poem by Mohammad Younus

A crown of thorns from my former life
rests on my head.
There, wisdom lies.
I'm on a job I accepted in eternity,
embracing it willingly,
finding satisfaction in this task,
pleasing my lord
as I strive
to keep my covenant.
That's all He wants from me,
His obedient servant.
It's too great for me,
growing into what He wanted me to be.
Yet His masks hide His reality
still from me.
I love this divine tradition
of remaining hidden,
manifesting in His masks,
as I was in my mother's womb.
He is in everything, everywhere,
yet nowhere seen without masks.
All time, all at once, behind every mask,
He chooses to wear.
The masks are His own,
masks of truth.
Transparent to the seer,
lovers peep through them
to glimpse His beauty.
These masks make Him
loved and adored by His lovers,
like a beautiful woman,
always covered by her hijab.
O Reality,
show me perfectly your essence,
show me you are the reality
in my head and heart.
Choose for me a lovely mask,
adorn your roses in my crown of thorns.
I am content with what you chose for me.
Who else can make choices for me?
Nothing brings more joy than the mask
you want me to wear,
to hide my reality.

MyKoul