Why We Listen Within …

Following the Pull inside you start to walk the path of not-knowing, isolated in it all it seems. Determined and dishevelled with your grace getting wilder and wilder, you encounter love in forms you never knew existed! And you ask what is this Meeting, where does it come from? No answer… and you mumble what is this humming Sound? No answer … Patient, you wait another day and lo! Suddenly the universe smiles at you through the presence of friends in the Friend: in their company you humble even more and want to spend the rest of your life on the floor, prostrated.

© 2005 Aïda Touré


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