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

Seekn’ Life

Renewal is possible through teshuvah;

the past can be redeemed. Like flowers

that wilt in due time after blooming –

their beauty is not forgotten.

The Talmud goes so far as to say

that past sins can be changed into merits;

yet, this is purely figurative language,

that speaks of a profound change.

Like the metamorphosis

of a caterpillar into a butterfly;

the barren ground of the past,

may spring up anew.

Bittersweet

Chassidism emphasizes the importance of setting aside time for introspection, each and every day, in order to search the soul, for flaws, negative character traits, and the accumulation of unwanted emotions. Yet, there are times when a spontaneous shift occurs, almost as if the soul has a natural element, given to a self cleanse mode, announcing that this moment is an opportune time to reflect, here and now, in an organic way. The moment becomes bittersweet, wherein a spark flames the desire to return to G-d, in a more sincere way, thus eventually giving way to joy.

“Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing.”

– Psalms 30:12, JPS 1917 Tanach

soul journey

A soul, satiated,

not with the pleasures of the world,

nor the intoxication of life;

rather, content with the taste

of love from Above,

no longer running in haste,

away from His treasure trove.

A mind, relaxed,

permitting everything to unfold,

without succumbing to strife;

passing opportunities by,

in favor of the everlasting;

for the time of reckoning is nigh,

when all accounts will be settled.

Yet, everyday I regress,

falling close to the abyss;

climbing under constant duress,

this life’s empty promises of bliss.

Is there no other recourse, to escape

the fate that awaits? Through teshuvah,

receive me back into Your grace.