Of His Eloquence

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In the presence
of the Friend,
be quiet.
Should you know
of His eloquence,
assume a death:
the one which has
countless resurrections,
you know, the sunlit one!

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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Just Symphonies

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Our most feminine energies:
yesterday, enormous longings.
Today, whirling human beings.
Tomorrow, just symphonies;
all, cloaked in this beauty.
Woman, man, the same!

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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No One is a Doer Here!

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… secretly, each form is
a flute that only He can play,
we become the celestial music
as a response to the grace;
in each, He blows impartially.
No one is a doer here!

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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The Little Kiss

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Photo © Maimouna Guerresi

…they beg for the little kiss,
the medicine which started
this gathering in the Essence…

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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To Disperse His Music

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There’s a self-made deafness
within these skeptics’ ears,
even when Christ walked
inside of their being

to disperse his holy music
they cringed, frightened
by his clarity, his loving,
his pure cleansing them!

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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His Face

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… When we look for love
in a tangible person,
we are longing for the
beholding of His Face….

(Excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

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She: 1007 Lifetimes

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~ She: 1007 Lifetimes ~

She was so otherworldly
she just wanted to be touched by
the Yin sense in your Yang;
your guidance, your patience,
your tenderness, your true self,
your soul’s feel on the Deen,
your molding her, your teaching her,
your luxurious silence,
the solace between pauses
for Sorbet scents~
She, she, she longed to hear
the Music in each of your steps
toward the Divine Beloved!
In the octaves, ego is veiled from,
she is your sacred state
from inside manifested,
your lost Poetry found again;
she would have embraced you
for a 1007 lifetimes,
serving the master in you
she owed her every surrender to…
had you held her hand~
With such a beautiful Love
returned to its Source,
distance becomes holy.

© 2016 Aïda Touré

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