JoinedJune 23, 2014
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It’s the last day before the rest of our lives and there’s no one else for us but each other.
We just came through Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur’s around the corner. And I can’t stop thinking of death approaching on the roaring winds of this ruthless and deadly storm.
After niddah, there is a new counting, and waiting, and the moment of reuniting.
And you know that the secret ingredient is the refinement of your soul found in the knowing that all of this won’t last.
But who are you? What brings you here? Are you not one of the litigants? Who are you to judge the worthiness of a soul?
This is so in any endeavor. No matter what knowledge we come prepared with, we must be able to give in such a way that to receive is an integral aspect of the process.
Suddenly, no other words on the page mattered. I saw in these words such simple power, such truth, that I couldn’t ignore it. I saw there, too, a poem.
