Bismillah, time is a strange phenomenon, it rhythms the cycles of my daily contemplations yet beyond this I often lose track of it and truly I don’t mind… The soul has Love to tend to, it is Work! There is only energy for the glories of Surrender and verily here, we’re all just passing by… so the business of deepening oneself is primordial so that one may near the Presence now.
I’d rather mind the language of brushstrokes, of tenderness, of subtleties, of divine scents and words and knowing that I have much to uncover about Love, Light and the delicate veil placed between both before we spiraled down to this dense dimension; left to be fragmented by man-made conditioning. I say dissolve this excessive materialism that has caused such ego-wretchedness in us, let us leave ourselves to be in the inner company of the prophets (as); in learning to leave oneself, we leave the world and become whole~ Wholeness is Holiness, now it is majesty! To meet another being in this state renders Love exquisite, yet it takes innocence, pure intention to manifest such bliss between a woman and a man. Ordinary romantic encounters pale in comparison to the gathering of two souls who are individually whole first. This higher love is rare and can only occur with the grace of The Divine and the spiritual refinement of the two souls involved~
I know now that there are no limits to Love, even in this world, except the ones we subject ourselves to, yet in truth the soul belongs to The Divine~ so expansion is the Way, infinity is the experience the soul cultivates so let us polish ourselves, let us feel deeply and be shameless about it, that’s what Beauty does: it renders one free for, in the flirting with Beauty one knows s/he is looked after unconditionally, that sort of nurturing is a constant caress upon one’s being, how delightful to wallow such intimacy. Love always nears love in all ways, it’s a garden of unending delights and the Heart derives the highest pleasure from it. Love mirrors itself in other forms, that is all there is~ Allahu Akbar.
© 2011 Aïda Touré