The Abiding-Place Of The Real Poem by Mohammad Younus

The abiding-place of the Real,
Has no boundaries --
East, west, north or south;
You are the lote tree,
In the middle of it;
Turning your head,
You can look to each direction;
And for the first time find,
That your eyes have been deceiving you;
As a matter of fact, the Real,
Is in each direction;
And to Allah - the Real -
Belong east, west; north and south;
And wherever you turn to,
There is His countenance;
Behold, the Real is infinite, and all-knowing.

MyKoul