Sufi Poetry

The Laughter in Between

We trace Beauty,

like the lover traces

the Hidden,

we are children

lost in inner games,

we’ve become the whirling,

the center that attracts it

and the laughter in between,

we are the prostrated

picking up the myriads of cowries

dropped by our prayer mats,

Ya Rabb, we breathe but

to wander Your Sound.


copyrights 2007 Aida Toure

Contemporary Islamic Art · Visual Arts

Aniconism in Islam

I found this relevant quote from Titus Burckhard about the reason for aniconism in Islamic art, it’s so on point, simple and beautiful, it reads like a dance!

“Islam is centred on Unity, and Unity is not expressible in terms of any image. Thus, Islamic art as a whole aims to create an ambiance which helps man to realise his primordial dignity; it therefore avoids everything that could be an ‘idol’ even in a relative and provisional manner – nothing must stand between man and the invisible presence of God – thus eliminating all the turmoil and passionate suggestions of the world and in their stead creating an order that expresses equilibrium, serenity and peace.”
– Titus Burckhard

Inner Reality · Islam · Saints · Spiritual Art · Spirituality · Sufi Prose · Sufism · Tasawwuf

We Are Continuous!

Just like Islam that gradually reached the material world through the prophets (as) from Adam (as) all the way to Muhammad (saw), we are continuous. As the soul’s manifestations magnify progressively, the ego’s delusive knowing interferences diminish. Perfect peace occurs when these ego interferences cease and with all of her softness the soul flows, conveying the most luxurious love which the Heavens’ inhabitants can not resist, then they pass on that fondness to mankind. When they do this, you are done with being! All you have left to do is Not-Being! When you exist that way, you will know… Such love has no word, no tangible exterior yet it’s there, pervasive… It’s like the veil that lifts during the believer’s sincere prayer, no one sees it but him/her! And if ever s/he wills to speak this vision, s/he won’t be able to, there are secrets that are shared between worlds and the soul only witnesses the Conversation as she leans upward, here and beyond… See, we are continuous! Know that you are loved in ways you cannot imagine.

copyrights 2007 Aida Toure

Inner Reality · Saints · Spiritual Art · Spirituality · Sufi Poetry · Sufi Prose · Sufism · Tasawwuf

Beloved Nobodies

tim02 (1)Kindness lingers wherever there is hidden hurt that calls beyond words, silence or form. The frequency of love can be so powerful and intimidating at the same time, we often pretend to be in control yet we are not. Love sees all our inadequacies and artifices, it smiles and caresses them with the intent to nurture us until the frightened ego is tamed with all its noise, incessant desires and ruins… When we become that stillness which makes our whole being feel as light as a feather, then the inner Presence can walk out and in of us with the total freedom that surrounds all her mysterious, grand moves… As she does this, we fall deep in love with the latitude of her moves and we get moved too… to tears! Of all her grace, this Presence soothes and shakes us as she sees fit: she tears us to shreds, strikes us with the sword of love and then recreates us to push us on the edge of Annihilation… She leaves us there hanging like beloved nobodies … All along, she; majestic, intertwines with us in some ecstatic dance language can not contain. And if ever you die with that sweet taste of yearning~loving upon your lips, you’ll long to die again and again…

copyrights 2007 Aida Toure