poem: Exalted


Every morning,
I attempt to serve You anew.
Silent calm, and tranquil,
when an unbroken chain of avodah
prevails, and, I see only You.

At other times,
I search for validation
in a world of darkness,
blinded by my own ignorance.

What sparks within my soul remain
untainted by the vanities
of Olam HaZeh (This World)?
Is there an opportunity for redemption
in every moment?

Learning to see the world
through Your eyes,
I am surprised to find,
your essence exalted
within creation everywhere.

poetry: Perspective

Silent, lonely solitude,

darkens my feelings,

enlightens my mind.

No other truce

between the world and I

has existed, until this time.

The duration of my sojourning,

stationary in my domicile,

will persist, as I become accustomed

to the quietude that surrounds me.

As my thoughts settle, and my heart is calm,

I gravitate to the understanding

that a lifetime spent in hectic embrace

with the world is an allotment

not worth nearly as much as

searching the empty spaces,

between revelation and mundanity,

my inbreath and my outbreath,

past experiences and current news.