Religion Of Love Poem by Mohammad Younus

Religion Of Love



The night falls, everything falls silent,
The light of the glowing sun goes off,
My heart has become like an orchestra,
Reverberating with natural music,
My soul - like a gazelle - hearing such music,
Exuberantly dances in this pasture
For being greeted by his lord:
"O lover, You are in my Kaaba, I am to be found here,
It is not a temple for idols, here are the preserved tablets,
Come read them all, containing the hidden knowledge,
But you cannot enter my Kaaba,
Unless you come to believe in the religion of love,
Here you will know the truth: I am in all directions
Whatever direction you take, you will find me there,
Here you will hear the sound of a voice,
That is wordless and still"

Mykoul

Religion Of Love
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical love
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