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

Humility

Am I on the derech (path),
or have I not even begun the journey?
If I have already taken that first step;
then, why do I feel stuck in the mire?

The adage, there are no shortcuts
in life, seems to be ingrained in me;
yet, too often, I miss the moment,
distracted by my surroundings.

I do not know where to start,
in order to begin anew; perhaps,
by humbling myself to the L-rd,
for the penitent man kneels.

In this manner, redemption calls,
every day, at the first rays of dawn;
when inclined to hear His voice,
the soul will be refreshed.

For the journey has begun,
despite my misgivings;
only there has been as a test,
stumbling blocks on the way.

To Be Human

You’re perfect in your imperfectness,

complete in your incompleteness;

and, whole in your brokenness.

Life is full of paradoxes,

that only G-d can mend,

by unravelling the tangled

threads of our existence.

Bringing together past and present,

reconciling our souls to the future

Kingdom, already present in our hearts.

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.

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.