With A Desire To Seek The Mystic Truths Poem by Mohammad Younus

With a desire to seek the mystic truths,
I went to a far off place -
the home-village of a psychotic faqeer,
I sat cross-legged, face to face,
He examined me from head to toes,
With a forceful eye, he gazed at me,
He muttered some muddled words,
But nothing, honestly, I could know,
He acted like a tricky trickister -
Staring into my sullen eyes -
As if looking through his third eye,
As if whispering secrets untold,
That I could never understand,
Tell me, please, I asked myself,
What lies in these jumbled words,
That sound like woeful curses,
Rather than the valued pearls-
That I was eager to buy,
How stupid to sit with a demented Pëër!

I read the books by ancient sages-
Whose bones are buried in dark graves -
Under thousand-ton tomb stones,
Their sayings full of wisdom -
Clear, clean and true,
But they profited me, but a little,
The personal touch was most needed
But, How can the dead speak!

At the end, I found the secret sage,
He lives in my expansive heart,
He reads out to me the divine pages,
From he hidden book of knowledge,
Written on my soul by the divine pen,
Which explains the sublime truths-
Not fabricated in the mind-furnace,
He teaches me slowly and lovingly-
The science of life and its mysteries,
He told me secretly, who I am,
I am grateful to my divine master,
Sitting on the golden pedestal,
In the hall of light and music,
Revealing to me the mystic truths,
Leading me to places unexplored,
I cherishno one in my vast heart-
Other than my divine master,
He is, who He is; I am, who I am.

Mykoul