Bismillah, I’ve been doing something that I have always enjoyed doing from childhood: Sky watching~
Today I saw a celestial metaphor that amazed me. There were layers of clouds with different tones that seemed to hide the Sun from an instant to the next, and a delicate silver lining that traced the periphery of the bottom cloud~ I know it must seem ordinary to some but I had never seen anything quite like it before. It was magical, with the soft movements of the clouds, a dance orchestrated with the most perfect rhythm it seemed… The metaphor related of our constitution and the way we function, the clouds were the different layers we are made of and the Sun was the inner Lamp that shines its light forth beyond our will, whether we are clear or wear masks, whether we’re sincere or deceitful, the Lamp still does its work, like the Sun it’s lit up always even when we don’t see it. The Lamp minds the overall being, it serves and everything it does is for its nurturing, its evolution, its convergence toward Divine Centering~
Longing fills this journey with joy and difficulty yet the soul, faithful, remains fixed on the directives of her Beloved, Divine like the Breath S/He instilled that moment they “parted” for a time… The Beloved is “here” in the formless form of a gift that is closer than close. She breathes S/He, soul that is, the majestic she that sees herself into everything, known, unknown… in Unity~Tawhid.
© 2011 Aïda Touré