Saints · Spirituality · Sufi Prose · Sufism · the prophets (as)

All Notions of Space Vanish

There is a Love dimension the soul wanders, unceasingly, without any outside interference, without any of the restless currents  the widespread mundane mindset mistakenly presents as Love, yet it is not. Love does not disturb, it does not seek to capture nor to own, Love is vast, it looks upon another as an extension of itself from a sublime angle that only the consummate lover knows and understands. In that station, all notions of space vanish, all bounds dissolve; wherever one is, gentleness becomes the sole atmosphere there is, it is lavish too! It rotates around you, within you, with some tender energy that mirrors the Spheres’.

Such a sacred experience that drowns the outside world’s noise is a glorious ongoing Revelation, similar to the Sun, it heals so it is the kind of cultivation we should acknowledge and echo. As rare and precious as it is, it offers itself beyond language, beyond form and beyond all human considerations…

© 2008-2012 Aïda Touré


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