Solitude

They’re all trying to rule, direct, and guide

While I’m trying to bide my time and find

The freedom within in order to blossom

As a human being without chagrin.

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Falling prey to the sway of the rhyme

Of someone else’s poetic construction,

People pleasing was never something

That I thought to be guilty of until now.

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All I want,

is to be left alone with my thoughts

During the week, when time passes slowly,

In a self imposed fragile solitude

That is founded upon the solace

Present in a welcome isolation

From the world.

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Yes, truth be told, that is to say,

Within the confines, originally imposed

Upon the world due to the coronavirus,

I am flourishing as an introvert.

Being mostly socially inept,

Anyway, this is where I belong,

And have already found

my new normal.

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.

poem: Solace 2

Photo by Maria Krasnova on Unsplash

Like a unicorn in captivity,
I must settle down to this way
of existence for a moment.

No longer free to roam,
outside of my own domain,
nor, wander about in this world.

Explore the confines of silence,
rest in G-d’s protective shadow,
accept my limitations.

In the Garden of Eden,
the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
was explicitly forbidden.

Now,
while sheltering in G-d’s Presence,
I can make recompense
for my transgressions.

And, be content, here,
as Dovid HaMelech was,
like a weaned child.

poem: The Search

L-rd,
I have no other recourse,
except towards You.
In this world, alone,
more than with others;
yet, always with You,
when I seek comfort.

To search for solace,
anywhere else is futile;
to deny this is foolish;
and, to yearn for others
to comprehend my path,
is only a vindication
of the fact that those
who live within the world,
without trying to seek ruchniyos,
can not understand those
who search daily for You.

Decidedly, all I can be
for the sake of others, is
focused on my own efforts to prevail
over gashmius, and point the way
in the direction of Truth.
As is conveyed by the saint,
seek to console others,
rather than be consoled.

poetry: Solace

Photo by Steven Wright on Unsplash

Within the confines, of my place of shelter,
even here, I seek refuge – in higher ground.

I look to the mountains envisioned,
in my heart, where G-d resides.

I climb the daily trek, upwards,
in flight like a wretch at times.

Yet, always returning to the center,
wherein He may be found.

The soul is nourished, I am ready
to begin another climb tomorrow.