Solitude

They’re all trying to rule, direct, and guide

While I’m trying to bide my time and find

The freedom within in order to blossom

As a human being without chagrin.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Falling prey to the sway of the rhyme

Of someone else’s poetic construction,

People pleasing was never something

That I thought to be guilty of until now.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

All I want,

is to be left alone with my thoughts

During the week, when time passes slowly,

In a self imposed fragile solitude

That is founded upon the solace

Present in a welcome isolation

From the world.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

Yes, truth be told, that is to say,

Within the confines, originally imposed

Upon the world due to the coronavirus,

I am flourishing as an introvert.

Being mostly socially inept,

Anyway, this is where I belong,

And have already found

my new normal.

Silent Reminiscence

Abandoned by all that was once familiar,

shattered by the deception of calculated lies,

torn, by the dissolution of a friendship,

and the realizations that progressively lead

to disillusion, freedom, and renewal.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

A flight to sanctuary, two thousand miles away

from everything I knew that seemed to be real;

yet, was proved eventually under scrutiny

to be a house constructed of playing cards.

A seemingly random shuffle dealt a new hand,

that offered a perspective unimagined on the frontier

of a land, unexplored, ripe with potential and possibility.

Restoration

Desire, banished into the wind;
and, the shadows of the enemy,
vanquished upon the earliest rays
of sunlight at dawn.

That the truth may be upheld,
in all of its splendor and glory;
and emunah restore the confidence,
that slipped away in the night.

This is the derech of the pious:
to enlighten the eyes of others,
even while facing challenges;
looking toward chayei olam.

Lech Lecha

Abraham left behind him,
country, home, and kin,
to heed the call of a lifetime,
and seek what he needed to find,
instead of simply blending in.

Promised to be divinely blessed,
he was continuously put to the test;
and, passing challenges with flying colors,
surpassed all grief and dolor,
turning away from sin.

Yes, Abraham paved the way towards G-d,
so that his descendants might be sound,
in their mind, body, and spiritual endeavors,
and the nations also securely tethered
to the One who calls all to Him.

The Well

Jacob, fatigued from the journey,

draws near to the well in the field.

Rachel, the shepherdess, brings

her father’s sheep to be watered.

Jacob’s strength is renewed,

upon seeing his bride-to-be approach.

Seeing the generations unfold,

he moves the stone off of the well.

Sukkot: AfterGlow

The kedushah

of these seven days lingers,

like our hearts, minds, and spirit,

intent on remaining for another day

in Your presence on Shemini Atzeret.

We will carry these sacred moments,

into our lives, during the ensuing months

until we meet again at Pesach.

defusion

Unravel your thinking;
like cords tied together,
being loosed from the tangle.


————-

Enlighten your eyes,
with the light from Above;
free your mind, and
liberate your soul.

L’rd, untie the bundled sins, accept the prayer of your people; strengthen us, purify us, bless us, show us pity. May Your righteousness always reward us. Turn to Your people. Accept our prayers.*

*excerpted from Ana Bekoach

A Perfect World

A perfected world, according to the designs of man, albeit promising, can not match the divine plan of the Father, who is sovereign over all. Try as we may to succeed, without first studying the Blueprint provided to us by His architectural firm, we only contribute to a modern day Babylon. Although we may seem to speak the same language, the illusion of harmony will fail to convince all.

Leaving G-d out of the equation, is like forgetting to place the mortar between the bricks. We make ourselves slaves for the sake of a common good, that may never materialize. We will only be left disappointed, when the utopia that we seek, morphs into a dystopian reality. Yet, in joining G-d’s team, our hearts will sing, and the poet’s claim will ring true: So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.*

*from William Blake’s The Chimney Sweeper, Songs of Innocence (1789)

Silent Reverie

Silence,
opens to potential,
provides a fertile void,
for sincere thoughts
to blossom.

Yet, words unspoken
out of fear, or cowardice
will continue to haunt
the conscience over time.

I will not remain silent,
as the world descends
into the grey of conformity,
suppressing all other colors.

I will not be complicit
with the faceless tyranny
of political correctness,
that crushes the voice of truth.

I will not become one
of the passive bystanders
who watch in silent harmony,
the rise of the technocracy.