The soul is like a veiled Woman, elusive, graceful and kind; generous in her gestures of love, she receives the treasures the Source of life offers with such abundance, centers in her proximity open to be quenched by the constant sublimity she lets out… She is a door through which Paradise leaps in and out in quest of other lovers to lavish… Don’t we all secretly exist to know The Divine who breathed of Itself into our selves with such Love we cannot stop longing for Its Kiss?
Being involves receptiveness, this natural position of the soul can only pull us toward knowing Love. A soul who knows Love is quietly receptive to its lover’s presence, its state of being is a constant smile over the lover, an unending nurturing no space nor time can dissuade. When such love flows between beings, words and physicality seem so superfluous, even irrelevant…
(c) 2008 Aida Toure.
“And enter thou My Paradise!” ~89: 30 Holy Qur’an