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.
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