Something's happening

Though not yet currently perceptible

We build the receptacle humbly

Cos we know that we're nothing

Yet we

Know that creation was for us discovering

Suddenly

In every moment

Uncovering kernels that need to be mothering

Newness

But 1st

They must shed all the shells which are smothering

Winnowing down to the essence to once again

Sprout

With incredibly integrity and certainty

Shoots gasping upwards

Universe emerging see

Eyes need discipline and guidance to truly see

Senses are limited but stretch to infinity

With training

Focus on the hiddenmost Divinity

Continuously present in the whisper of her synergy

Remind us - let the ram's horn blast through the past

You and I have constructed to pass through this wilderness

Those clouds which have shielded us from serpent and scorpion

We'll soon be calling on

Where are you?

I can't count the ways I've diluted and scarred you

Forgive me

I will no longer argue

The soil between me and sky

I will part you



Thanks to Rabbi Jill Hammer and Rabbi Alan Lew, z'l, for their inspiration in writing this.

As we celebrate the harvest festival of Sukkot, basking in the rich fullness and joy of nature's completed cycles, the new cycles are starting already, with the seed.

The sukkah (temporary dwelling) we will build and live in over these days symbolises the clouds which protected us as we trekked through the wilderness between Egypt (Mizraim/narrowness) and our promised land.

Those clouds also protect and nurture our seeds, our hopes for our future, that we carry inside us.

It's up to us which ones will make it to the surface...

Chag Sameach


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