Doreshet / Seeker-Woman

Your every step
can’t help but grind riots
of inquiry into the dusty dirt,
and still, you are unsure.

Your gift is a talented stamina,
an unrelenting continuing
to hunt down the whisper,
intent on catching the scent
of the Infinite.

This emptiness, this mystery,
this dead-set, this wishing,
this what-is-missing,

this inability to fulfill
a prescribed destiny,

this compulsory humility,
this unexpected blessing,
this best worst thing,

this earth-bound
not-belonging,

this ceaseless

yearning.

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Poem #1 in Priestess Path Cycle / Kohenet Netivot Sidrah.

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With thanks to Rav Kohanot Jill Hammer and Taya Ma for The Hebrew Priestess.

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Photo: Untitled by Massimo Accarino