soul journey

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The water recedes,

from the stone and pebble beach,

back into the strait.

On Gabriola Island, I lived for several months, in a few locations, the most charming, sheltered in a small structure, with a bunk bed, and wood stove, three thousand miles away from Philadelphia. I felt secure, and as isolated as Thoreau at Walden, so far from everything that I had known in my life. A new chapter began on that island, as my life unfolded in an unexpected way.

The wings of the Shechinah, next took me to find shelter in Sedona, Arizona, where I lay my head down on the red rocks of the desert. Initially sleeping at first in the early days, in my car in Oak Creek Canyon, a tent on Schnebly Hill, and only my street clothes and a leather jacket, with my back up against a brick wall, while my knees were pulled up towards my chest all night for two weeks, as the cool November moon cast its glow upon my place of refuge, hidden amongst the shadows of a church building.

From the States to Canada and back again, only to be redirected, to a city on the edge of the Colorado plateau; miles from home, where familiarity had faded into oblivion. Now, a pilgrim on the earth, like Abraham, who knew that his true home was only with G-d alone. Wherever I may be called eventually to roam next, perhaps, even being uprooted again from this place near the San Francisco Peaks, I will heed the call, going in faith to where I am called.

Floating Images

Pastel fluffy clouds,

as I drive westward in flight;

eagle captures sight.

If painted by an Ukiyoe artist,

the sky would appear to be closer,

to my recollection, than any words

that I may have to offer.

As if lifted upon eagle’s wings,

spring breeze soars through open windows.

My car slows down upon arrival;

the San Franciso Peaks tower majestically,

over this blessed day, replete with snowcaps.

Never before, have I had this sense of freedom; having left everything behind me, the new horizon seems endless. I digress, for this is but a moment in time, captured by the pen; yet, the actuality lives on. Having received a perpetual blessing, it seemed at the time; now, I realize that while memories like this never seem to fade, time continues to take its toll on my life. Still, nearby the peaks, sheltering in place, daily blessings are renewed like the cycle of the sunset and sunrise.

New Beginnings

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Silence. In the depth of the Void, until the first word is spoken;

and, the word spoken, remained in its essence, with the Speaker,

as its potential energy went forth into the emptiness, ex nihilo.

And, there was light, ohr chadash, enlightening the newly born universe,

weaving its way throughout time and space, rapidly expanding outwards,

until time took hold, in nanoseconds, as the vessels were formed.

The culmination of evening, and the beginning of morning were yom echad;

the waters were divided, above and below; heaven showed forth its glory;

the sun to rule by day, and the moon to rule by night.

And, as form was encompassed, within and without by spirit,

sunrise, and sunset, the myriads of creatures were given existence;

on the sixth day, the crown of creation was given to mankind.

And, on the seventh day, the Creator rested;

behold, all that had been created gleamed with light;

Adam and Eve began to populate the earth.