Being Human

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This being human is

more of a responsibility than a freedom,

in need of a guidebook, not carte blanche;

we are not left alone in the playground of the world,

our Father in Heaven watches over us from Above.

Sometimes, forgetfulness seeps into my mind,

even while I try my best to follow the rules;

brings me back to basics, every now and then,

hopeful to find inspiration in the written word.

Ignorance of the divine blueprint of life,

brought me into conflict with my soul;

yet, I learned after enduring much strife,

that following G-dā€™s will is the key to the whole.

A life in pursuit of worldly bliss,

is best challenged by a desire to seek;

the path for a purpose in life will eclipse

the tendency towards natural instinct.

Promise

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Running, the tempest behind me,

still present in my thoughts and dreams;

yet, somewhere on the horizon, I can see

in the distance, there is a place serene.

Joyous within myself, outwardly smiling,

my emotions never surface enough to be visible;

perhaps, a trait from my ancestors upbringing,

learned men of books, studying in the shtetl.

My father comprehends the silence,

that his view from heaven always reveals;

although, amidst my own earthly burdens,

much for me still remains concealed.

Yehi ratzon, I will be consoled at last

by the promise of the Final Redemption;

each year that closes the gaps of the past,

brings us closer to our future reunion.

Linear time and eternity merge,

as hours pass into days and years;

in a single glimpse, moments converge,

carrying the weight of golden tears.

The Beis HaMikdash looms visible,

in the inner sanctum of the soul;

a place of solace, clearly recognizable

by the light of the Shepherd’s fold.

Metamorphosis

ā€œI wound, and I heal.ā€ ā€“ Deuteronomy 32:9

“I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf.”

– Paul Dunbar, the Paradox

We are Thy glory, when we follow in Thy footsteps;

yet, when we miss the opportunity to do good,

in all likelihood, we might go astray.

Nevertheless, in every moment, we are given a choice,

whether to turn towards Thee, or to turn away;

let us not miss the mark, when clearly seen.

You are the beginning and the end,

of all that I seek in this world;

being above and beyond mundanity.

The initial intuition, and the resultant fruit,

of all the good deeds mentioned under the sun;

from birth, through life, and in the end,

You will be with me.

Go forth

“Moses drew near unto the thick darkness where G-d was.” – Exodus 20:18, JPS 1917 Tanach

Go forth

into the darkness of the cloud;

an effortless transition

into the sacred realm

of time and space

on Mount Sinai.

Enter the mystery every day,

wherein the way is unknown;

bring back the light of truth,

so that you may be strengthened.

Facets

I only permit others
to see fragments of myself,
while I remain the sole
knower of the whole.

Thus, the facets may glisten
in the eyes of those who see
only the dimensions of self
that are presented.

Each and every person,
that has some correspondence
with the person called me,
sees only to a limited degree.

An approximate glance
of each and every facet
may be gleaned by one
who is circumspect.

As is written,
in kitvei kodesh,
guard your mind,
heart, and soul.

Reminisce

I went out to the hazel wood, drawn by the elaborate nomenclature,
of its trunks, branches, and leaves, as if something stirring in the wind
called to my soul. Because a fire was in my head, I needed to find a path, never before taken through these woods.


To my dismay, every way was already trodden with the footsteps
of my predecessors. For, my ancestors have passed by this way, on horseback, in carts, walking side by side. From the shtetls of Europe to the Golden Land of Opportunity. Assimilation entangled me.

Until the woods opened up to a grove swept clean of the debris
from past ages, raked clean by some heavenly angel, who with tears, showed pity towards me and my destiny. I have always searched within and without, above and below for a place to go, that I can call home.

Searching

I went out to the hazel wood,
drawn by the elaborate nomenclature,
of its trunks, branches, and leaves,
as if something stirring in the wind
called to my soul.

Because a fire was in my head,
I totally needed to find a path,
never before taken through these woods;
yet, to my utter dismay, every way
was already trodden with footsteps
of my predecessors.

Until the woods opened up
to a grove swept clean of the debris
from past ages, raked clean
by some heavenly angel,
who with tears, showed pity
towards me and my destiny.

For, I always search
within and without,
above and below
for a place to go,
that I can call home.