Spiritual Art · Sufi Poetry · Sufism · Tasawwuf

I Am Ash, Spread Me!

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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

Spirituality · Sufi Poetry · Sufism · Tasawwuf

To Run to a Sacred Love

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My dearest one,
we learn to attach
so many conditions
to Love that when

a rare deeper Love
appears, we are lost;
not knowing what to do
with the gift since

its value is beyond all
the common, limiting
considerations we are
accustomed to; whereas Love

by its very nature expands
and thus surprises,
so how can we enjoy
its abundant virtues

if patience is absent?
The Divine grows Love
like a seed planted
with devotion in the

fertile grounds of
a disinterested Heart
that trusts what may come.
Blessed is the one

who, by wisdom, learns
to run to a sacred Love
instead of running
away from it~

© 2016 Aïda Touré