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

this train is bound for glory

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About doriellebrooke

I am (and you are) one part of a very large and lovely whole. (we will continue to) Contribute incessantly to that whole, ensuring the Return that we all long for.
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