Tzovah / Templekeeper-Woman

There are infinite secrets in even
the slightest body of water.

The fluid potential
in formlessness
is limitless.

Notice every reflection,
notice the mirror I wield
faces outward,
know what awaits you
through these gates.

Much magic is effected
beneath the auspices of vanity,
another radar
I am adept enough
to fly under.

We aren’t so different,
with our longing to safe-keep
deepest sweetness.

I chose to be made
doorway,

prayed,
contemplated,
apprenticed,
practiced,
risked,
failed,
wiped debris
from these bloody
and bruised knees,
rose to my feet,
learned,
served,
continued

and continue.

I am the keeper
of the house of secrets,

I am the constant
all-encompassing circle-flow:
no one enters this
ecstatic temple
without my blessing.

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Poem #4 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: “- x .” by Pethit