A Living Mind No Less Than A Sacred Garden Poem by Mohammad Younus

A living mind no less than a sacred garden,
where thoughts blossom like untamed flowers,
dreams cascade as rivers of light,
and whispers of divine mysteries linger in every breeze.
To think, to question, to wonder—
this is no curse but the heartbeat of existence,
the sacred rhythm of life's eternal dance.

True spirituality is not the silence of this symphony,
nor the abandonment of the mind's wild terrains.
It is the art of listening—
to the harmonies within the chaos,
to the questions that rise like morning mist,
and to the unspoken truths etched
in the trembling leaves of thought.

Do not retreat from the fullness of your being,
for renunciation, misunderstood,
is but a shadow draped over the light of life.
To deny the chaos is to deny the sacred,
to flee from the storm is to miss the rain's grace.

Salvation is not in the stilling of the mind,
but in guiding its currents toward the infinite.
It is in aligning restless musings
with the constellations of higher truths,
in weaving dreams with the golden threads of purpose.
Meditate not to escape but to awaken,
to rise into the boundless clarity
that the divine so lovingly offers.

Rejoice in the vibrancy of your mind,
for it is through this living instrument
that you touch the pulse of existence,
that you step into the sacred labyrinth of the infinite.
To live is to think, to feel, to dream—
a dynamic surrender to the great becoming,
where chaos and order hold hands.

Celebrate, oh seeker, the divinity within the mind's embrace.
For in its questions lies the beginning of wisdom,
and in its dreams, the blueprint of eternity.

MyKoul