By this act, angels earned their salvation
And through refusal of it, Satan secured eternal damnation
Dust meets dust and the ego is brought to the ground
King and child, master and soldier
All for a moment, held in the same position
Seeking redemption, minimizing the sense of separation
From You we are and
To You is our return
Thirty four times a day, reminding ourselves
Yet when we arise, we reach for the glittering array
Year in, year out, the ritual becomes habit
From dust we are
Occupied by the dunya we crave and reach out
To the dust we return everyday
Until realization dawns, and reality sets in
Dust realizes its place and remains
Longing, yearning, hoping
Abandoning all, to seek One
Till finally blessed, forehead on dust
The prostrate servant comes face to face with his Master
And is drowned in the ocean of love
No matter where the eye looks
Now, dust will remember only dust.
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