Islam · Love · Sufi Poetry

Many Ways to the Way!


Outward blindness is
the gift of true lovers.
From not-seeing, a rose;
its fragrance draws us
closer to His Presence.
Many ways to the Way!
Let us say no more.
Now: the revolving.

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

Spiritual Art · Sufi Poetry · Sufism · Tasawwuf

I Am Ash, Spread Me!


None but you know that which
is exquisitely burning within,

I can see no smoke nor flame
but that innermost is lit!

A higher singeing unknown
to the common mortal

is tickling my limbs, lo!
There, some laughter in me;

all those who perceive it
always wind up crying.

I am ash, spread me!
I trust you and the place

your winds are taking me.
No longer lost in the self,

how softening that glory!
Now, I open my eyelids for

one last looking within us
and the galaxy is dancing,

O, this whirling in color
is conveying the Word;

all of humankind’s ears
wouldn’t suffice for this!

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré

Islam · Love · Poetry · Spiritual Art

Pulled to Prayer


~ Pulled to Prayer ~

A holy love is approaching:
between your eyes, a sun,
I look shyly as it strikes me
with some gentleness that
throws me to the ground,
the humbling haven
of vertiginous minds.
Every breath taken,
the Qur’an descends again:
every surah, a blessing
the unseen and the seen recite
for our heart to be purified.
The motions of planets
are prostrations too!
The very phenomenon
of gravity weaves an
unending prayer mat for
all humanity but we understand not
such bewildering subtlety.
Shadows of men know better,
from sunset to break of dawn,
prayerful, they bow in obedience
upon the diaphanous rug.
One who has intelligence
models himself after the Prophets,
alayhum salam.

(Poem excerpt from Nocturnal Light)

© 2003 Aïda Touré