Shekhinah is gathering
all the female and fallen sparks
into her sacred darkness,
a cosmological, spiraling,
majestic mass
of literal crystal dust
that opalescences
in jellyfish heartbeat bellows;
I am grateful
to this seeming-stillness
which allows these
ten infinities
their full and
paradoxical expansion.
Find me
lost in orchards,
sweet-talking
peach blossoms.
Each trial by fiery furnace,
each truth by blue ocean,
Sing praise to
the tried and true soul.
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Photo: “Jellyfish Tank – a Tribute to Albert Watson” by Reinhard R
