::: Aida's Published
Books :::
Devoted lovers-servants scarcely sleep at night. In adoration, they prostrate with
immense grace before the majesty of The Beloved. Nocturnal
Light gathers Sufi poems which echo the heart's songs of those lovers
who remain awake in vertiginous states of selflessness. Through the sweetness of Zikr,
Remembrance of God, they dance to the Word's tender energy and escape themselves to embrace
the greater becoming. 
In the rich properties of Love, we all grow with the noble purpose to witness
the birthing our dormant yet highest qualities.
The Sublime Sphere is the region where that
innermost growth occurs. Its calm poetry attempts to capture the fathomless
tenderness which inundates the souls who experience the ecstacies of surrender
to The Most Loving. 
Unmanifest Poems
is a collection of poems celebrating the wisdom, beauty
and perfect mathematics of the Universe. It is a tribute to the pulsating
Light humanity mysteriously fuses into once we overcome our self-inflicted
limitations. ... The poems below inspired the paintings of the same titles ...
~ On the Edge of Union ~ ~ La Romance des Mondes
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~ Hidden Treasure ~ Bewildered by the beauties scattered on the spheres I lost speech for weeks, lips sealed by Sound itself, I dissolved on the curves of Love, abandoned in Sajdah as if the quiet lovers gathered in those dancy lines, soul wrapped around the other they lay on each verse, beds for my tired eye. Now colors are slipping through: "We do this in the name of Hu, all as one revolving like stars do when the heart recites Suras. We unfold with Kalima, notice all saints evolve upon their prayermats, so they revolve with the skies, existence screaming with grace; no one we know could help it! We are wild canals for Ruh, intertwined in tenderness to shower you with the divine sense again. We are the music between the pages of the Glorious Qur'an, we are the scent on Joseph's (as) shirt we wander your chest to reintroduce you to The Rabb of the worlds." At this melodious mercy, the ego sobbs, reclines and suddenly longs for prostration! 2007 copyrights Aida Toure In our obscurity you are wearing your tone, subtle yet vibrant, a teacher to the soul, you walked in Ibn Arabi's chest and lo! he spoke of mysteries and secrets; the unknown variations that gentle souls befriend. You blow within the flute each believer becomes when you flood their hearts with melodies from the Throne, wandering by the edge of the universal state, you guard the pure and then you initiate, defying the visible and the conform way, you impart knowledge. You are the master that leads the way of earthly masters and you whirl of all your leaflike color in cyclones of peace and tenderness, you awakened Moses (as); rewarded and comforted but when there was silence, speechless yet you speak colorful yet Green, you exist unseen to flirt with the hearts that sobb in entreaty of Allah (swt) Most High, you are the scented tambourine, the revolving beads within, the inner planets in orbit, the hidden one shy poets insanely run to to flirt with your somptuous, fresh, continuous wilderness. And you lay on the lips of the sages with secrets kept throughout the ages, transcending religious institutions and hierarchy! O al Khidr, the saints' cheikh no physical eye sees, knock on this pulse's door and strike it with the sword of Love until all forms dissolve into The Humiliator. ~ Pearly Tears ~ Your scent lingers with each curve tracing the Universe. Reduced to physicality, the soul wanders beauties for the sake of Love until it beholds your face again, between each space, there are insane lovers whose vocabulary flirts with the light scattered like pearls to adorn your precious hiddenness. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Upon the Spheres' Lips ~ Bismillah, I am at my best when I lay at your feet, rolling and rolling within in the way no one sees but you. Lost in this state, language makes no sense and the soul's nakedness glides by to deepen us at the thought of staying right there, of all our being, below you. Then a voice says: this is love knocking from inside, open up and stay wide until the prophets (as) walk by, ecstatically chanting la ilaha illa Allah! At this, joyful sobbs inundate the atmosphere and I become a kiss laid upon the Spheres' lips. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Generosity For Our Orphans ~ In every child a land of hope, ascending, vast and in harmony with the divine waltz which governs our lives. O humankind! Let us cherish children for they are ourselves in some octave of ever-prostration to The Omniscient. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Guiaalala (the light) ~ She observes the spectacle of your magnitude, Humbled by appearance's insignificance, her reign mingles with the Presence that wants her. In her, a luminous Voice: "Come back to Union!" And in seven dimensions this lover evolves toward us. O! Divine, O! Beloved, Annihilate this ego Which wounds femininity and her latitude; between being and not-being, She wanders you. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Zuhrtime Beads ~ We are beads in human form abandoned here to whirling and buoyancy, we perform for the sake of Love just like the planets, the Sun and Jesus' heart (as). We are beads, revolving at Zuhrtime in Remembrance of our union with The Divine. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Black Hole ~ In the black hole of breath I daily disappear to meld with inaudible waves that take the form of poems soon as I will to grace any hand exuding calmness a cyclone of light is set off for the fortication of starving human souls. I ever embrace this globe as the ink flows I carry out the connection with my zillion selves who continue to ignore that in the black hole of breath I daily disappear to become all that exists until the abused essence of men is restored and enhanced. (from Unmanifest Poems) 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Le Feminin Noir ~ ... Empreintes lumineuses, Le Feminin Noir, principe pieux Immanifeste comme le Elle de Dieu, Nous sommes le Son sommeillant En le regard de l'enfant. Amour, subtilite et beaute Toutes ivres en la Presence, Les femmes couvent l'Essence Comme une prosternation Elles dissimulent la Proximite. Qui se cherche se trouvera En le Elle du Lui, Sa Majeste. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Fragrance of Light: Roland et Les Anges ~ I wander inward to be with you, and to smell the fragrance of your light, it soothes me and reveals the Gentle Guide, the concealed One. I move to the breeze of your sound to save my heart from the grief of separation. You make my ego supple and it bows to The Divine! Urged by love, it vanishes. That's how deep you move me out of my self to know the ambrosia of not-beingness. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ On Becoming Sky: Dervisha ~ I met your pure eyes and I became myself, your sight behind mine looking at lights' dance. With such remote music lingering on that close, the human heart softens. Look at my new weakness, it’s crawling by your feet! Being is that vast union, that grace, that quietness. Some secret Conversation curls around us like locks around Prophets' earlobes. Bless me, make speech go! How many more will join this love-community of generous ears inside? Let us beg them my love: Be true beingness. realize your exuberance, embrace the Essence and watch all generous hearts become your companions. Remember in one, many! Struggle to be vulnerable, touch the grace of femininity, drown in the empty, swim that deeply, know Surrender; fight to be that weak so you can sense what true strength is. Then we fall back within, inertia buoyantly begins for the Sky leaps in ... Lo, we all are feminine! 2007 copyrights Aida Toure (from Nocturnal Light) ~ Scented Tambourine ~ I pretend to have understanding but everything you do is such a mystery to me, I get lost between spaces that whisper "just be quiet and listen to this Scented Tambourine, one day it will all make sense ..." 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Deep Waters ~ Sometimes my paint brushes play hide and seek as if stars, they vanish and reappear! “It can’t get better than this” I smile at the playful moves because I often get lost too! A revolving canvas, beads on the floor, senses crazed, tides animate our inner undulating seas. Sometimes I no longer know where is center, left nor right, what is black or white no more notion of peace or war, just us learning how to swim the deep waters of Longing. copyrights 2006 Aida Toure ~ Martyred Children Lament ~ Child, O child, you are a gift from the Divine! They coveted your light with their ambition for obscure ascension. Atrociously, they preyed on you: there is no power to gain in such sacrifice, One who unjustly takes a life kills all of humankind. Child, O child, now bodiless, weightless, you circle around the sublime Throne; soul singing His praises as Djibreel wipes your tears away. 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Paradise Is ... ~ Paradise is here, now! We take walks in it constantly mingling with the Presence that pours Its light in our secret lamps to extinguish the self of its dire poverty: we are those lit receptacles Ruh imparts luminescence to. This love-transfusion pulls us to the Garden, singing in our veins with the spheres, "Paradise is here, now!" Bewildered, we throw ourselves to the ground, rolling by turn in laughter like children, we kiss that divine wildness that began when Allah said “And know that you are to meet Me.” (from Nocturnal Light) 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Honey-Existence ~ In the presence of the Friend, be quiet. Should you know of His eloquence, assume a death: the one which has countless resurrections, you know, the sunlit one! Those who deeply are in Love do that, they open the seven windows inside their being and in the waiting, they die, silently till the mystic wind begins to circulate, lo! They bask in the exquisite exchange, it rocks them like the Word rocks the heavenly stars; in that sacredness, their souls exude a cry "al hamdulillah! We are sanctified." Then some passers-by intrigued by the joyful sobs approach, to inquire about the cause of that high and the lovers ever-kind, whisper through the ether, "become complete now before the Friend, Separate not your will from His. Surrender as if you don't mind being killed by a softness, by a wandering tenderness, this way, you shall know the same honey-existence." (from Nocturnal Light) 2007 copyrights Aida Toure ~ Inflamed ~ Carpets of precious words intermingle in a song Dawood’s (as) harp sung, stroked by the breath of Ruh (as), strings perfectly loose to fit the latitude of Love, their Sound pervades our pulse lo! we enter unseen worlds, Zaboor in our hearts, continuously we fall from the divine lips as “Kun” is revealed, we lean on the prophets (as), our cheeks against theirs, now Injeel’s pages flutter by and then the Qur’an’s follow, each, clothed with the Light of Ramadan; look, the Sun is up in the middle of the night, Who can take more of this?! The galaxy slips in our chest, lo! We expand, mouths full of our own dancing souls: “we are inflamed with you, O Beloved, our whirling atoms on the edge of not-being, now we’re shedding our form: Reality upon Reality, Heaven tastes like this!” copyrights 2007 Aida Toure more poems |
