Love rips our egos to shreds,
lo! Our hearts grow legs
to seek the company of saints,
prophets and such blessings.
2003 © Aïda Touré
Poem of the book Nocturnal Light.
Love rips our egos to shreds,
lo! Our hearts grow legs
to seek the company of saints,
prophets and such blessings.
2003 © Aïda Touré
Poem of the book Nocturnal Light.
There is a soft light
your forehead sheds,
every time I see it
I long for fasting and
the quiet of not-being.
2003 © Aïda Touré
Poem of the book Nocturnal Light.