When I Look Into A Looking Glass? Poem by Mohammad Younus

When I look into a Looking glass,
I see myself to be like a mangled
Photograph,
With deep blurred furrows on the forehead,
And deep creases on the face,
A strange person in a small frame house!
In the background there is a void,
And beyond that, some garden,
I fancy myself in the garden,
In the center of the garden,
Just under the shade of some tree,
Is it the same forbidden tree,
For coming near to which I was thrown out?
It is difficult to say...
where precisely I am?
Where precisely I came from?
Where precisely I am going to?
It is difficult to say...
Who precisely I am?
Am I the celestial being, or earthly I am?
Am I the body or a soul I am?
Or both soul and body I am?
Am I the hearer, or deaf to the incessantly...
...echoing word I am?
Am I the seer, or blind to the effulgent...
...eternal light I am?
Am I the speaker or the speech divine I am?
But, if I transcend beyond the eternal void,
I might be able to see who I am.

Mykoul