Facets

I only permit others
to see fragments of myself,
while I remain the sole
knower of the whole.

Thus, the facets may glisten
in the eyes of those who see
only the dimensions of self
that are presented.

Each and every person,
that has some correspondence
with the person called me,
sees only to a limited degree.

An approximate glance
of each and every facet
may be gleaned by one
who is circumspect.

As is written,
in kitvei kodesh,
guard your mind,
heart, and soul.

Reminisce

I went out to the hazel wood, drawn by the elaborate nomenclature,
of its trunks, branches, and leaves, as if something stirring in the wind
called to my soul. Because a fire was in my head, I needed to find a path, never before taken through these woods.


To my dismay, every way was already trodden with the footsteps
of my predecessors. For, my ancestors have passed by this way, on horseback, in carts, walking side by side. From the shtetls of Europe to the Golden Land of Opportunity. Assimilation entangled me.

Until the woods opened up to a grove swept clean of the debris
from past ages, raked clean by some heavenly angel, who with tears, showed pity towards me and my destiny. I have always searched within and without, above and below for a place to go, that I can call home.

Searching

I went out to the hazel wood,
drawn by the elaborate nomenclature,
of its trunks, branches, and leaves,
as if something stirring in the wind
called to my soul.

Because a fire was in my head,
I totally needed to find a path,
never before taken through these woods;
yet, to my utter dismay, every way
was already trodden with footsteps
of my predecessors.

Until the woods opened up
to a grove swept clean of the debris
from past ages, raked clean
by some heavenly angel,
who with tears, showed pity
towards me and my destiny.

For, I always search
within and without,
above and below
for a place to go,
that I can call home.

Soul Cleanse

Soul Cleanse

Renewal is at hand;
despite those few occasions,
when my awareness slowly unfolds,
as if by restoration from Above.
My scattered self, arranged
into something that resembles yesterday’s me.

Sometimes,
not until my second cup of tea,
am I able to recognize
any continuity of familiarity;
and, so, I wonder, is the rest of my soul still dreaming?
Or, perhaps, fragments of my psyche
have not yet been retrieved,
from Shomayim (Heaven),
where they are still being cleansed.