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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

Diaphanous

Life, in all its transparency, manifest as a many-winged creature, each feather, a diaphanous coterie, designed to support the whole, has begun to molt, shedding feathers prematurely, an unfortunate result of not being able to blend in well with the other feathers. But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky.* Where do they belong?


Like the clouds, the unwanted feathers float down to earth, building a nest for the many-winged creature that has flown off into the horizon. Meanwhile, we wait for its return, when a time foretold by prophets will manifest, in front of the eyes of all peoples. A sudden realization for some; yet, a welcome arrival for others, like the long awaited return of an old friend. Then the many-winged creature will appear, in all of its glory.

*from the poem Clouds, by Constance Urdang

Perseids

The tears of Laurentius, flowing

down to earth, signaling a rebirth

of heaven and earth, upon the turf

of G-d’s ever expanding creation –

from the center of the universe

towards the furthermost edge of space,

the human race rests, in anticipation

of the meteor shower every year.

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As the comet’s tail sheds debris,

visible to the eye, most prominently

towards the middle of the eighth month,

when saints and angels ring their bells,

and heavenly voices tell of all

that has already been foretold,

reminding us to keep on a steady course,

as the stars appear to shift around us.

Jacob’s Ladder

When the heart exults,

let no song be unsung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The soul will rejoice,

although the vision may tarry,

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

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The moon reflects,

the solace of everyone,

climbing Jacob’s ladder,

resting upon each rung.

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The body grounds itself,

chesed v’emes marry,*

resting upon each rung,

climbing Jacob’s ladder.

*Psalm 85:10

The Climb

A treasured moment to be with you,

a beatific glimpse of chayei olam,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim.

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Prayer from the heart, sublime in word,

distractions set aside, a time to soothe,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth.

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The neshamah is in tranquil repose,

hoping to find that eternal song,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim.

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Peace, sought by way of  yichud,

a oneness that makes life smooth,

climbing the ladder to Shomayim,

seeking wisdom, abiding in truth.

Journey

Ancient orchards,

where flowers grew,

and fruit trees blossomed.

ancient vineyards,

where the grapes of gan eden

brought rejuvenation –

an appreciation of life,

in communion with G-d.

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These flowers are now wilted,

and the fruit is no longer sweet;

the grapes have withered,

they are become b’ushim.*

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Falling backward,

in order to move forward;

climbing higher,

to see what is below.

Walking the distance,

between past and present,

to reach the future.

*Isaiah 5:4

Ancient History Revival

Civilizations fall, others rise in their place.

We have not always inhabited the same space,

as our ancestors did, over the centuries;

thus, we do not always share the same memories.

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How can this be, that across the generations,

so much is lost to the plans of nations –

rearranging, reshaping the maps of destiny,

driving our ancestors abroad to other countries?

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Fall back to the ways of prior days in the shtetl;

there is nothing lost, and only everything to be gained.

Return to the days of yore, when our forefathers saw,

ahead of time, the desolate nature of our souls,

and the promise of renewal from Above.

Lattice

“My beloved is like a gazelle or a young hart; behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh in through the windows, he peereth through the lattice.”

– Song of Songs 2:9, JPS 1917 Tanach

The beloved peers through the lattice,

that we place between ourselves and G-d.

He wonders how to reach our souls,

so fettered with the wonders of the world.

If only he could be spotted outside

of our cluttered households,

seen through the window of our minds,

and past our preconceptions of divinity.

Make room, clear out the house

where you reside, sheltered from the Unknown.

Breathe in, the fresh outdoor air,

where the beloved waits for you.

And, together, hand in hand,

proceed to the Promised Land.

For when all is said and done

in this life, we fly with angels

to the House of the Beloved.