ספירה

The world turns and we turn with it,

floating in space, in an uncertain orbit

that leads us spinning and turning and dancing

until we are too confused to speak of,

love?

The world turns and we turn with it,

thinking, drinking, humming, groaning, moaning,

“oy! Heaven, must you be so far away?”

We turn our hearts to the ground cuz it needs us,

But what do we need?

God?

My world turns and I dance with it,

arms outstretched, I gulp up the air and sun

I call up to the clouds of Glory that sprinkle down

water that makes us grow.

That makes me grow.

Your world turns and you turn with it,

but do you even know?

where you are going and where you have been?

It’s written on your forehead- you’re lonely.

It’s okay. Let the Love in.

Let your world turn with mine.

I think I love you, because

If I could (and I think I can)

I’d love everyone and everything.

Because why?

Because we are nothing, a part of

the no of all nothings.

We turn, we laugh, we cry, we shout,

we get mad, we get sad, we pick ourselves

Back up, and we keep turning.

Who are we, but breathing vessels spinning

in the space between spaces,

a piece of Divine?

I think so.

Why am I even here?

(Because I love G!d)

this train is bound for glory

רסיסי אור

Drunk on the possibility,
Of

Yes.

Of love. Of oozing tears of holy light that illuminate the path of those who have lost their way.

Drunk on the free love that
Shines out of corners full of cob webs and
draped on lace dresses and torn begeds
crying out to hold your hand.

Drinking, slowly, the masks we wear, feeling tipsy off the revelation that comes when we peel back layers of juicy, painful frustration that liquifies and mystifies our souls.

Sipping, buzzing, dreaming – Drunk!
Off that divine source of magic that sparkles in your teeth and glows in your eyes and is the source of all light when I have taken a wrong turn.

Silly, smiley, warm, drunken mess that makes my cheeks red and dress light up.
The kind of drunken mess that pours out of your breathe and kisses the Ether of God (the place from which you came). Drunk!

Drunk off your lovingkindness, sweet God
Of the celestial fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters that sing the song of the Cosmos, dance on the wind and
Fill our Cups with divine juice-
So sweet on my hands, as I clap the elixir back up to you,
To embrace,
To drink,
To cheer,
To unify,
To be at peace- amen!

לך לךָ

smash-

those negative oozing wounds around my heart -

idols.

and go-

inside to my holy promised land-

souls.

create-

a covenant with you, It, We-

God.

promise-

to be a part of the ONE-

Lovingkindness.

love and cultivate-

a World for us to be free-

community.

dance-

in holy blankets of divine cosmic dust-

in the desert.

change-

your ideas of Gods, worship, truth-

your Name.

yud, hay, vuv-

squeeze, within you, that space for a special letter-

ה

How do I hear(t) the call? Better yet, how do I answer?

מלחמה

The evil demons see the War,

they perceive the human as the battlefield,

they interpret each Spirit as an adequate space for attack and warfare-

Spiritual Warfare*.

But the forces for Good, the holy spaces and orifices that are emanate,

They already know.

They’ve won.

They’ve already won.

(How could they not?)

You can chose whatever you’d like, and the demons are real.

The demons are real.

But you don’t have to let them win. And they (the Angels) know this. They already know.

YOU ALREADY KNOW…

(Die, Demon, DIE.)

The Spiritual Warrior takes her hands as weapons, and prays,

for a pure heart.

and for the right wind to come and blow away the demonic inclination that surrounds and encroaches and interrupts the natural golden flow of the Universe…

And the prayers (with grace and importance) they’re answered.

(*Spiritual warfare means always being a warrior. You don’t get a break from the battlefield. You don’t take a breather, You breathe INTO it. Into the opposing energies. You breathe into them; You suffer; You expand; You find Grace; YOU WIN. You kill with kindness, with mercy, with love. YOU LEAP INTO THE INFINITE)

And you taste a giant, holy, gorgeous drop of sweat from God’s forehead. The sweat that is wiped off every time the holy, HOLY ONE recites and receives Your prayers…

How righteous it is, to be received, to be answered…

By the HOLY O N E,

Blessed be…

Y O U.

בראשת

Which came first…

The Book or the idea?

The love or the hate?

The seed or the Tree?

The insanity or the sane?

The pressure or the release?

The language or the sound?

The music or the Divine?

What will come last… ?

תפלת הדרך

Phish opens their Summer tour tomorrow in Worcester, MA. Traditionally, in Jewish sacred text, when one embarks on a journey, they recite a prayer for their travelings called ‘the wayfarer’s prayer’ or in Hebrew, תפלת הדרך.

In honor of Phish’s travels, as well as my own personal journey that is about to begin (and is always beginning), I’ve translated the prayer in my own words, and invite you all to recite it as you travel both inward and outward, onward and forward, backward, sideways, long ways, short ways, and everything in between <3

May this [tour of] Summer 2012 be blessed
with feelings of joy and ecstasy,
with intentions of transcendance and transformation,
with mindsets of wisdom and euphoria,
with aspects of humor and lightness,
with a consistency of positivity,
with an unexplainable sensation from beyond

…….

יְהִי רָצוֹן מִלְפָנֶיךָ ה’ אֱ-לֹהֵינוּ וֵא-לֹהֵי אֲבוֹתֵינוּ, שֶתּוֹלִיכֵנוּ לְשָלוֹם וְתַצְעִידֵנוּ לְשָלוֹם. וְתִסְמְכֵנוּ לְשָלוֹם. וְתַדְרִיכֵנוּ לְשָלוֹם. וְתַגִיעֵנוּ לִמְחוֹז חֶפְצֵנוּ לְחַיִּים וּלְשִֹמְחָה וּלְשָלוֹם וְתַצִּילֵנוּ מִכַּף כָּל אוֹיֵב וְאוֹרֵב וְלִסְטִים וְחַיּוֹת רָעוֹת בַדֶּרֶךְ וּמִכָּל מִינֵי פּוּרְעָנִיּוֹת הַמִתְרַגְּשוֹת לָבוֹא לָעוֹלָם וְתִשְלַח בְּרָכָה בְּכָל מַעֲשֵֹה יָדֵינוּ, וְתִתְּנֵנוּ לְחֵן וּלְחֶסֶד וּלְרַחֲמִים בְעֵינֶיךָ וּבְעֵינֵי כָל רוֹאֵינוּ וְתִשְמַע קוֹל תַּחֲנוּנֵינוּ. כִּי אֵ-ל שוֹמֵעַ תְּפִלָּה וְתַחֲנוּן אָתָּה: בָּרוּךְ אַתָּה ה’, שוֹמֵעַ תְּפִלָ

חן

I want to share with you, a story…

There was a girl. She was on a deep, deep journey. She did not know it. Of course the proper signs for her to know that she was indeed on this deep journey were all there. People loved her; she adored them. She saw things, in the people, in their faces. She saw entire histories, entire lineages; that magical fiber that is always leading to the eternal present. She saw. She knew. And yet.

She had no idea. Why dreams came to her while bumping into a stranger on the street. She had no idea why music was something she saw and tasted. Why colors felt like warm hugs and sounded like symphonies. Why she fell in love at least twenty times a day. an hour. a minute. a moment. She had no idea. And yet.

One soft morning when the day stood still and her mind was without, the song of dreams and the dream of songs both crossed her path. She sat, under a tree, as they told the story that is always being told. The song of dreams sat on one branch and whispered to her, much like the wind when it rustles through the leaves, “I Know you.”  And the dream of songs curled around the trunk of the tree, much like the pattern of the path a squirrel takes as it scurries back to its resting place. The dream of songs, soundless, was saying, “This is your dream. This is your song.”

Suddenly, she would awaken.

Connection and feeling; empathy and Love- her journey. She was, is and will always be sent here, to this beautiful planet, to take the journey she was meant for. To bring others together. To feel the infinite love and light all around. To keep the heart pumping and the hands touching. To dance the rhythm of synchronicity and to know the greatest secret of all time and to live out this secret and pass the mysterious message on to others.

Her name, is Grace.

Do you feel her?

In your life, in your moments and visions and dreams and songs?

She is there- Grace is there- helping you along. She tastes like sweet mangos. She laughs like the harmonious mystical sound of Om. She feels like a hug from the person you love more than anything. She sings with a voice that rivals the roar of a lion, the clapping on a tabletop and the sweet giggle of a child. She’s here. Grace is here. To keep the heart pumping.

The heartbeat Everlasting dances in, with, among Grace.

You – close your eyes. Feel and hear your heartbeat. Feel Grace. She’s there. On the journey. With. You.