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

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  1. Mashallah! what a beauty!