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

Islam · Love · Poetry · Spiritual Art

Pulled to Prayer

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~ 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

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

Inner Reality · Love · Spiritual Art · Spirituality · Sufi Poetry · Sufism · Tasawwuf

Music of Ineffable Beauty

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~ Music of Ineffable Beauty ~

Love is a gift
that unwraps itself
in the Unseen until
it reaches the vessels
it is attributed to
by divine command.
Every wave that transports it
creates a Music of ineffable beauty.
Upon its reception
in the material dimension,
the quality of this Love results
from our heart’s condition;
the purer the heart, the deeper the Love.
When we understand this Law
how can Love not be sacred?
Like every precious gift
it must be cherished,
cultivated with consistency
patience and spiritual intelligence~
For devoted lovers,
Love is the greatest of endeavors
to undertake for it impacts
the very soul of those they bond with
and this extends to everything
created out of such a bond.
Lo! I just heard the command to retreat~
My dear one, let me seal my lips
for now the Exalted Assembly appears!

© 2016 Aïda Touré

Love · Sufi Poetry · Tasawwuf

Wisteria-Scented One

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~ Wisteria-Scented One ~

I sit by the lake
of your being, gazing
at the unraveling sky
your heart offers;
from this sweet vertigo,
myriad of verses
surround every gesture
you make, O majesty!
How graceful you are,
my wisteria-scented one!
You lead me on the Path
of Love, losing myself
with every step that kisses
Mawla’s footprints:
with you near,
Heaven tastes like this!

© 2016 Aïda Touré