Old dervish, Tzadik Nistar, one of the quiet ones performing Tikkun Olam.
What a surprise to be born as a girl -- as a California flower child, no less!
Mistress of deflection, knowing that if we gaze too deeply, we'd be knocked to the ground.
Blinded by that holy fire, your bride that waits in the Other Place.
She, seeing you lead the women into the holy tent, smiles.
As an ancient tear is finally mended.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
To M&M
Outwardly so staid -
Mahjong for her, Sheepshead for you.
But to those who listen closely, the wild wedding drumming never faltered.
Whirling, the star flakes form a comet's tail.
Singing your love to galaxies yet discovered.
Mahjong for her, Sheepshead for you.
But to those who listen closely, the wild wedding drumming never faltered.
Whirling, the star flakes form a comet's tail.
Singing your love to galaxies yet discovered.
Tomorrow
Oh sailor! You've faced these rough waters before. Looking into your heart, we are reminded that the sun never falters. In your eyes, that the abundant sea is already manifesting in tomorrow's dawn.
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