Malik, Al Mulk

The universe is present in a footstep

On the soft leaf cover 

of the ground.

 

And with the next still muffled step, 

endlessness nestles quietly

in some secret expanse 

within that space 

I call my heart.

Spreading with no bounds

In the darkness there.

In that exquisite hush.

 

A darkness that when truly sensed

Is yet the most intense of light.

Light before it becomes light

Light without source

 

Light that is filled with only light.

Where all the stars and planets whirl

In their silent 

and majestic orbit.

 

There, in that moment

of the certain placement of a foot 

upon a yielding forest floor.