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.

post corona blues

I have found my niche,
here, at the desk where I sit;
staying connected.

Pixels appear in harmony, arranged as letters in words, forming sentences in scripture, poetry, and essays. Sometimes, appearing as colorful details in art or photography. While outside, according to the news, if I dare to read, it seems there is still no reason or rhyme in the world.

I’ll take my solitude in front of the screen, 12hrsperday, excepting Shabbos, when I seek my connection to G-d. And, the world may continue on its own, for I know that G-d is sovereign; and, despite the appearance of chaos, all is running according to His plan.

There is still a certain feeling, bittersweet in character, that pervades my existence. Unlike most, I have no recourse to seek a “new normal,” beyond my own cozy solitude. I concede, that everything seems to have fallen into place for me, as I sit, study, and pray, while awaiting the new day.

Fountain

“For with Thee is the fountain of life.”

– Psalm 36:10, JPS 1917 Tanach

An ever-flowing,

effervescent stream,

silently, empties itself

into every clay vessel,

filling us with all

that we may drink in,

from the Source of life.

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Only our refusal to receive

from the eternal faucet of Spirit,

will limit Your chesed

in our lives.

Mercy Abides

Mercy abides in the heart, despite all sorrow;

where G-d has planted eternity as well,

so that we know what will be, beyond this world,

no longer needing to live in fear of the inevitable.

For, the remedy has already been applied,

like a bandage upon this wounded world,

whereas mourning will turn into joy at dawn,

and the darkness of night will succumb to the light

of mercy that will shine in our hearts,

radiating outwards, from one end of the earth to another.

From one generation to the next,

the best of intentions fail to succeed,

because without G-d in the equation,

nothing will add up properly,

nor total out correctly, like having the perfect

amount of change for bread and wine,

on Friday, late afternoon, before sunset.

Towards the end of the sixth day,

when the heavens and earth were finished,

currently, nearing the edge of eternity,

as the millennial Sabbath approaches,

and preparations are already being made

for the Banquet of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,

catered by angelic beings, serving wine

from the vineyards of Gan Eden.

Life Is

Photo by Muneer ahmed ok on Unsplash

Life is actual,

happening in the moment,

real to all who are present,

not to be concretized.

Experienced in different ways,

open to interpretation,

in the eye of the beholder,

precious to the Creator,

treasured by the soul.

Not to be repeated,

uniquely personal,

open to possibilities,

encapsulating change.

Like a kaleidoscope,

ever turning around,

being reshaped from Above;

every life a masterpiece,

in the eyes of G-d.

Acceptance & Renewal

“When night comes, and retrospect shows that everything was patchwork and much that one had planned left undone, when so many things rouse shame and regret, then take all as is, lay it in G-d’s hands, and offer it up to Him. In this way we will be able to rest in Him, actually to rest and to begin the new day like a new life.” – Edith Stein

Every morning,

my mind is like a blank canvas;

until, upon scratching the surface,

I can begin to see layers of sadness

underneath the pristine dermis.

The exploration of each coating

would require careful attention,

as every detail may bring,

meaning to the painting’s revelation.

Like the previous chapters of my life,

the unrealized dreams, yearnings of the past,

unfulfilled hopes – these all resurface

from time to time in my thoughts.

Yet, I am on a new path,

ever since I left my past at the border;

a new trajectory, meant to last,

as if born anew, ever looking forward.

Having sloughed off the doldrums,

brushed off the dust of yesteryear,

and shed outdated programs,

to embrace all that is real.

Still, I am only a human being,

full of memories, dreams and the potential

to transcend, while remaining grounded,

ruminate, while not getting lost in the consequential,

and move steadily forward, while being at peace.

Cascades

Ever flowing Spirit of Life,
cascades from one world to another,
emanations from Above to Below –
from Heaven to Earth.

Cascades from one world to another,
trickling Light down through the spheres,
from Atzilus, to Beriah, to Yetzirah, to Assiyah.

Emanations from Above to Below:
from Emanation, to Creation, to Formation, to Action,
mirroring the essential elements of divinity.

From Heaven to Earth,
the Light contracts, from Infinity to finite actualization,
where the Shechinah dwells in Malchus HaElokim.

Soulful Ingredients

A dose of discernment,
an ounce of wisdom.
Two pounds of knowledge,
plus a life time’s worth
of yiras H’Shem.

Grant light unto me,
from the stars above,
to shine in my heart.
And truth beyond measure.

From one end of heaven,
to the other end of heaven,
may all of my mitzvot
be like seeds planted,
with a great yield
at harvest time.

A dash of hope,
every morning
when I wake;
a pinch of joy,
to flavor each day.

Faith in abundance,
throughout the night;
and, an everlasting
supply of belief
in G-d above.