Leitzanit / Sacred Fool-Woman

The thing to know is
you know nothing.

Only from this precipice
can you dive into mystery,
be mind-blown,
knocked back in awe.

The humility
to willingly confess,
cop to your cluelessness,
is the sole way to receive
the transmission of wisdom
waiting in sweet anticipation
to reach you.

To be generous enough
to offer yourself up
on the altar,

to sacrifice restrained propriety
in the name of relief,
disarm,

to bring a body to slackening,

to ring the clarion
angel-bell
of a belly-laugh,

this is the most nectar-laden path
a devoted soul can journey,

the sweetest calling
one can answer.

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Poem #3 in the 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: “Tashkent” by Stefan Munder