What Is My Name? Poem by Mohammad Younus

What Is My Name?



I have no name, I have no identity,
But to myself I am thoroughly known,
I am not a child born of Adam and Eve,
Sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad,
Sometimes I am pure, sometimes filthy,
My body is made of elements four,
But I am really the sound of the sounding clay,
Resonating within my soul eternally,
I am really the infinite sound in stillness,
I am the roaring sound of the running brook -
Sounding! sounding hu hu incessantly,
I am myself the brook, I am myself it's roar,
Whom then does this hu hu name?
Mykoul says: Child is born of his father,
So -without shilly shallying -give him his name,
The creator must be seen in the creation,
And creation must be seen in the Creator!
Why should we then blame a person who sees,
One in all, and all in one

Mykoul

What Is My Name?
Sunday, June 14, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: mystical philosophy
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