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Sukkot

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.


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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.

Flickering Hope

The light of truth, glowing in the darkness,

surrounded by unlit candles, waiting

for a spark of hope to cast out duress,

and bless the flame that will glisten and sing.

Who will avail us, when the last word fails

to resemble anything deemed genuine;

and the house of cards, built upon the lies

of cancel culture crumbles in the wind?

(Causing the utopian dream to singe).

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The utopian dream will soon singe,

when the recklessness of society

gone awry, begins to weaken at the hinge,

that once kept people united and free.

The shadows of the past begin to cast

storm clouds over a brave new world’s likeness,

wherein free speech has been stifled at last,

and the only hope found, is the stillness

of the light of truth, glowing in the darkness.

Angst

Living on the edge

of the mind’s frontier,

led close to the edge

of my capacity to fear.

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Inculcated, by his design

without a firm foothold;

nor, a steadfast ensign

to lift up so bold.

~~~~~

Rather, these meetings

between myself and he,

will inevitably singe

all my efforts “to be.”

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Yet, a very present help in time of need,

appeared to me to lead me out

of this darkness that had encompassed me,

glistening in shimmering white.

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He foretold of my departure,

and guided me along the way

to freedom in the midst

of existential angst.

Freedom

Freedom Quenched

The common blunder of mankind, is to not inquire;

group think will render us helpless, to be plundered in the mire.

Under common rule, the populace is deceived;

living under tyranny, all are suspect, no one is believed.

North Korean defectors speak of outlandish tales;

unknown to Westerners in a world of opportunity and sales.

Russian emigres still live in fear of KGB reprisals;

Holocaust survivors shudder at current antisemitic uprise.

The souls of my ancestors call out in admonition from the grave;

testimonies of Shoah atrocities, generations bear the pain.

Like cattle led to the corral, people may become docile;

the herd mentality, the bovine mind, becomes servile.

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

Freedom Regained

The soul of the global citizen suffers at the helm of its own ship;

in the view of the technocracy, we are nothing more than a radar blip.

A country divided is conquered, as a dystopian world becomes united;

conformity does not equal harmony, in a land that has been blighted.

Nothing seems to be clear, when living in a state of confusion;

where the fires of injustice, fan the flames of societal transformation.

Quietly smoldering since the 1960’s, this smoking cauldron

gains a foot in the door, in the name of the common good.

As this country crumbles, morphs, and folds;

the banished voices will linger, unless boldly told.

The heart will continue to yearn for more than empty promises;

in order to transcend a materialistic world, truth must not compromise.

Rosh HaShannah

apples and honey,
sweeten the New Year’s advent;
Rosh HaShannah bliss.

As Rosh HaShannah, the New Year on the Hebrew calendar approaches, I prepare my soul, so that I might be able to stand before the King on Judgment Day. Selichos (the penitential prayers) have already begun; these prayers will continue, until the eve of the Day of Judgment, when all the world is judged, and decrees are made for the New Year. Yet, charity, prayer, and repentance have the effect of lessening the severity of any negative decrees placed upon us.

The two days of Rosh HaShannah are said, according to the Zohar, to symbolically represent a day of judgment, and a day of mercy, resting upon G-d’s attributes of both justice and mercy. Because the world could not survive upon being judged without mercy. Justice alone would bring harsh condemnation upon all the earth, for no one is able to sincerely live 100% by G-d’s standard; everyone falls short of the mark to varying degrees, because of our “human nature,” as some say, inherited by Adam and Eve, who disobeyed G-d, even while living in Gan Eden (Paradise). So, mercy has a sweetening effect upon our judgment, so that we can be reconciled to G-d.

Turning Point

Time is perceived as a precious commodity;

Uniting past and present, becomes a goal.

Never without a challenge, the lone seeker,

Nor without controversy, as he blends the years,

Expending every effort, to create a makeshift whole,

Longing for harmony, patching memories together.

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Vincit omnia veritas,* blossoms into a new beginning,

Instilling peripheral vision, diminishing myopia;

Serendipitously, all  appears to be in focus in life.

Inherently, each day may only grant limited insight;

Omniscience is reserved for the primum movens,

Necessitating our spinning around the axis mundi.

*truth conquers all things