allahu.cipher

It found me unexpected
One day standing in qiyam
Unfurled there before my eyes
I spy the eternal sketch
The map I’ve been searching for
They said it marked out treasures
Cherished by all human hearts
All the sages testified
Find that map, the world is yours
I sailed all the seven seas
Traversed every continent
Opened so many volumes
And raided so many graves
To find that blessed mapping
It must be etched on paper
One would think a map to be
But never did it surface
Nor did I suspect the truth
The lines were bodies in space
I quit my quest in despair
Left behind that silly dream
That’s when it opened to me
The imam begins the rites
“Allahu cipher,” he cries
The gods stand in all their ranks
Of every hue and sizing
Their hands hang down at their sides
Each god made of many gods
Summoned here from near and far
The tasfir rings out again
Together we surrender
Bowing our heads to absence
In the light of this darkness
All together are Allah
Unity in multitudes
Then we stand back up again
In all the heavens and earths
To take our many branches
Initiating new worlds
Within ourselves and without
And surrender to the void
Then scatter abroad once more
On pathways of creation
Five times daily they gather
And hundreds more though unseen
Each in its own Assembly
They join together in prayer
And thus the map is the land
And land the map just the same.