Ik Nirankar Poem by Mohammad Younus

Isn't it funny and silly...
that though He's the creator of the Universe,
We create him in strange forms, trying to grasp him,
In our perceptions, and through our poetry and paintings;
And though He has no beginning or end,
We seek Him in temples and mausoleums,
Is He like the Mummy buried in the Great Pyramids?
When He's beyond it all - description and explanation,
Why should we perceive him to be in any form?
Ik Onkar, ¹ ik Nirankar, Nothing is in His image!
He is Akal - timeless, immortal, and non-temporal
He is ever living, without annihilation,
He is the Eternal, not at all ephemeral

MyKoul

1. The Formless One.