The Tree of Life

The Tree of Life has been ransacked

by countless generations of mankind’s

insistence on searching for truth in the darkness,

irrespective of light provided by a transcendent G-d.

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The Tree of Life is still protected, even until this day;

yet, the carefully guarded path to eternal life,

offers no obstacle to the serpent, who has set up additional roadblocks,

meant to divert souls to an alternative route.

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The detour signs have been designed in many shapes and sizes,

redirecting the thoughts of mankind to the promise of a utopia,

that offers a materialistic garden of technological wonders,

culminating with the preservation of individual consciousness at death.

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The transfer of “the essence of you”

into an everlasting A.I. construction

meant to continually preserve more than a few

of your memories, identity, and personality forever.

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This would be more than a technological feat of rebellion;

rather, an anti-creation, championed

by the transhumanists, who have given their souls

to the primeval serpent of lies.

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Truth be told, as given to us from Heaven above,

our souls will unfold, into the cosmos of love,

if we wage a war against the evil within us,

and overcome with the Light sent from Above.

Renewal of the Soul

During taschlich, the ducks are floating,

and quietly quacking in nasal dissonance.

Yet, the scene is tranquil overall.

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At some point,

most of the ducks have gone elsewhere…

the only sign of their presence, a ripple of water,

concentric circles moving out from the center,

where bubbles are rising to the surface

from below the otherwise still pond.

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Natural submersibles,

these humble creatures of G-d are content,

diving for their sustenance in the niche,

wherein they have been placed.

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Unlike many of us humans,

constantly searching for

something beyond our boundaries,

whether self-imposed,

like a box of our own construction,

or the existential limitations

that we are all faced with,

throughout our journey.

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Symbolically, our sins are cast

into the pond today, a reminder

of the promise of forgiveness,

that we may be renewed in the moment,

even as we make that first effort

to seek renewal of the soul,

at the beginning of the year.

Soul Renewal

Livin’ life without a net,

who’s to catch me if I fall,

except the One, that I met,

to Whom I’ve given my all.

Renewal of the soul,

at the beginning of the day,

quieting of the mind,

as the light fades away.

Nighttime brings its own song,

in sync with the rhythm of the heart,

reflects upon all that we long for,

dreaming of a new start.

Livin’ life without a net,

who’s to catch me if I fall,

except the One, that I met,

to Whom I’ve given my all.

Every year, the world’s tears flow

like rain from unfamiliar clouds,

until, at the first light of dawn,

we hear Your voice call us home.

Upon the wings of eagles we glide,

in time with the prophetic cue,

brought to the place where we will reside,

in our hearts, singing a new tune.

Livin’ life without a net,

who’s to catch us if we fall,

except the One, Whom we’ve met,

and given to Him our all.

As nations gather together for war,

we will rise above all the flames,

in search of the world no man can char,

the Kingdom that fell is risen again.

One vision to guide us

through the darkness of the land,

One truth to abide in,

as we perceive His guiding hand.

Livin’ life without a net,

who’s to catch us if we fall,

except the One, Who said,

I request of you, your all.

(warning: violence)

(coronation scene)


Ancient dreams careen

when we view things unseen

to the unaided eye,

living before the beginning of time

as we now reckon the days.


searching for something new,

constantly gravitating towards

what is novel, yet transient

as all earthly pleasures are.

Yet, beyond this road paved with glitter,

and littered with the empty wrappers

of fleeting moments, is a Way –

stamped with the approval of Heaven,

lit by the light shining down from Above.

If we are not yearning

for something that is of lasting value,

then everything we experience

will drift away into the ether,

and fall back to earth as rain,

the ever present pouring down

of heavenly tears.

Our Brethren

“There shall no evil come to thee: nor shall the scourge come near thy dwelling.” – Psalm 91:10

No longer driven this way and that,

because we are given the blessing of adaptability

in times of war, when all appears lost.

And, in times of peace as well,

in our homes, and when all alone,

to remember our brethren and kin,

when we have no one to tell

our troubles to except for G-d.

The memories of ashes, everywhere,

like dust in the currents of wind,

that shift across the ages.

Yet, renewal is at hand,

across this war-torn land,

when we turn to the One above,

Who can reconcile our lives to Himself,

and absolve our sins of indifference

to both G-d and mankind.


I recently happened to hear,

a voice adrift in the far corner

of the cyberspace world,

hidden in the remote regions

of an otherwise unknown facet

0f the internet, remotely resembling

a familiar sounding pattern of speech –

it was my own.


the inevitable has occurred,

a blurring of the boundaries

between man and machine,

a fusion of the realms

of consciousness and A.I.;

or, I have simply been spending

too much time in front the screen.

Yet, there has been a certain

sort of consolation, knowing,

I can always turn toward my pc

as a portal into a world

that is at once, outside

of my immediate surroundings,

and, yet, inside of my private space,

namely, my place of residence,

that has served as a cave of refuge,

and a sacred sanctuary,

for my weary soul.

For the song that inspired this poem click here.

For the full range of possibilities, and complete gamut of material that I have been able to accomplish while sitting in front of the screen, click here.

alternate version of song, click here.

Days Foretold

Send our roots down into the ground,

and let our spirts soar, up into the sky.

Let us be nourished by the earth, under our feet,

and set our vision upon the heavenlies.

As above, so below, all is foretold,

in regard to the days that will unfold.

Shower us with blessings,

place your burdens upon us.

We will serve you with sincerity,

and rejoice within ourselves

Seeking Him

Give thanks to His name,

despite everything that seems to be in disarray.

Proclaim His acts across the land,

and offer a helping hand,

to those in need.

Sing words of praise to Him,

even when things do not appear to be going well.

Play music in His honor,

and in the splendor of holiness,

worship Him.

Let your heart rejoice

in the provision of the L-RD,

for His grace abounds,

and the level of His mercy

cannot be found out.

Always search out the L-RD,

and seek His countenance,

a refuge in the storms of life,

a guide to all your challenges

along the way home.

The Stone

Many places, arrived at by life’s choices,

concretized in time, once a decision’s made.

A multitude of possibilities, cast aside,

in favor of the one, that changes everything.

A blanket of snow in winter, covers

all growth, that has since decayed.

Spring brings renewal to the heart and mind;

consolation to the cobwebs of the past.

Summer bears the burden of responsibility,

when all is brought to the light of truth.

In preparation for the autumn leaves,

that will fall gently to the ground.

These natural cycles are determined

by more factors than our own choices.

I was once given a polished stone,

a constant reminder of silence.