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

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