When I Gaze Into The Mirror Of Truth, It Is You I Behold Poem by Mohammad Younus

When I gaze into the mirror of truth, it is You I behold—
Not form, nor name, but Love's own proof, it is You I behold.

Before the worlds were spun from naught, in the void's embrace,
You lit the flame—my soul's first roof—it is You I behold.

You bade me drink from time's deep stream, yet left me thirsting,
Lost in shadows, blind to the sooth—it is You I behold.

Through veils of night, through sorrow's loom, I wandered far,
Yet in each cry, each broken tooth—it is You I behold.

The stars dissolved, the rivers wept, the mountains sighed—
In every echo, every ruth—it is You I behold.

Then silence came, a sword of light, and cut me clean—
No 'I, ' no 'other, ' no trace of untruth—it is You I behold.

O Hu! The sun and moon but dance within Your gaze,
In every spark, in flame and couth—it is You I behold.

MyKoul, the path, the end, the way—the breath, the death—
In every step, in timeless youth—it is You I behold.

MyKoul