Renewal of the Soul

During taschlich, the ducks are floating,

and quietly quacking in nasal dissonance.

Yet, the scene is tranquil overall.

—– —– —–

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.

—– —– —–

Natural submersibles,

these humble creatures of G-d are content,

diving for their sustenance in the niche,

wherein they have been placed.

—– —– —–

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.

—– —– —–

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.

Sweetness of the Soul

Prepare mind and heart,

bring awareness to center;

stillness in the soul.

As Rosh HaShannah approaches, preparations abound, beginning with the inner focus – searching the soul. This search began thirty days prior, with the sounding of the shofar every morning, awakening the soul to the awesome approach of the King.

The task at hand is to condition the mind to root out evil and sin. For those like myself, ba’al teshuvah, who were not raised observant, nor had the values of Torah inculcated in them, since an early age, the continual “pulling out of weeds,” if left to grow, would only cause the soul to become entangled in gashmiyos again. G-d forbid.

The Soul’s Beloved

L-rd, you safeguarded my soul,

even in the midst of the darkness

that seemed to consume my life,

at the time when all was lost.

Draw your servant out of the darkness,

and into the light of your sacred intentions,

that I may know what Your design is

for my soul to flourish in this world,

and the World-to-Come.

Rescue me from the fire and ice,

so that I may be free to breathe fresh air,

unhindered by the mire,

where I had previously sunk.

That every day may be

an opportunity for renewal,

as I climb higher on the divine ladder,

between Earth and Heaven.

Pinnacle

Ancient dreams careen

when we view things unseen

to the unaided eye,

living before the beginning of time

as we now reckon the days.

Always

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.

Gliding and Abiding

The haimishe coziness

of the evening settles,

upon the greenery of the park,

as the empyrean sky lifts up the stars –

reminders of G-d’s luminous heavens.

In Shomayim, the angels prepare

for their nightly round of singsong,

in honor of the Creator, Who glances

everywhere in one moment.

All is well until the dawn,

when the day begins again,

as promised; yet, without human foreknowledge

of what there is to encounter out there.

My kavannah is nurtured,

by the waxing and waning of the moon,

the ebb and flow of the Universe,

the wabi sabi of G-d’s creation,

as I greet every morning,

with my own song to the L-rd.

My derech, my raison d’etre, my ikigai

is written in the palms of my hand,

and the words of my prayers.

My focus and intent,

is to start the day

balanced, centered,

and in alignment

with my purpose.

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dVerse prompt

Existential Limits

Like a sentinel,

the white rook sits in the corner,

defending the border territory.

Shall I give up that vantage point,

for the sake of a tighter defense?

Limited possibilities

teach me the virtue of humility,

while, reflecting in a parallel manner

upon my own existence,

I recognize my own limitations,

as a member of humankind.

And, this is what makes us human,

to know that we have free will,

within the framework of a finite being,

subject to nature and nurture,

circumstances and challenges,

all of which can be transcended

by effort, character, and merit.

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dVerse prompt

Heavenly Sight

Flowers for the eye of the beholder to treasure,

while temporarily visiting the unseen world,

as described in a near-death experience,

of someone who was given a second chance.

Imagine seeing heavenly light gleaming

upon a panorama of uniquely designed flora,

not otherwise seen anywhere on this planet.

Wouldn’t this pique your interest,

and, fill you with a sense of wonder?

The Afterlife may beckon inquiry;

yet, to those who have been granted

a glimpse of this world,

on the other side of existence,

a favorable impression of waits ahead,

will motivate the soul,

when returned to the body,

to live a better life,

and share one’s best intentions

with the rest of Creation.

poetry prompt from Eugi’s Causerie

The Unthinkable

The environmental lament, perhaps, stems from the branches of sadness that entwine the heart that is encapsulated by a yearning to be free of self-imposed boundaries. Such is the stuff of dreams, when the world we live in seems to careen, as if the only culprits to be reckoned with are the degradation of the earth and overpopulation.

(this started out as an essay-ish prose poem)

Yet, is it not possible that we are creating the tragedy itself, by overemphasizing the trajectory of a planet that is said to have a limited carrying capacity?

The other day, I saw a shocking video of a commercial aired seven years ago, that seems to imply a “solution” to overpopulation that is unimaginable and horrifying – euthanasia of the elderly. If this is where we are heading, where the planners are intending to take humanity, and where the technocracy designing the dystopian path to the future is cajoling us towards, then there is much reason to raise awareness of the agenda, or, at least, of the existence of euthanasia in and of itself.

I am well aware of the devaluation of life in Nazi Germany, during the Holocaust; over two dozen of my ancestors on the family tree perished in their hometown when the shtetl was liquidated. And, prior to the “final solution,” the T-4 program euthanized the mentally challenged, and those with physical deformities, including young children and infants born, in the crude language of these architects of death, as “defective.”

Does this sound like an implausibility that could not occur today? Canada passed the M.A.I.D. (Medical Assistance in Dying) law in 2016, updated recently, defining eligibility as having a “grievous and irremediable medical condition,” defined further as a “serious illness, disease, or disability,” whereof the applicant experiences “unbearable physical or mental suffering.” In Belgium, an otherwise physically healthy older woman was euthanized for depression.

Thus, so much for dying gracefully with dignity, even in a hospice if an illness was seriously debilitating. Until recently, eligibility included those persons with “mental illness;” although, this eligibility is now only placed on temporary exclusion until March 17, 2023, when a review of guidelines and protocol for euthanizing the mentally ill, who apply for this “health service” will be completed.

It is a slippery slope, that according to one organization is clearly demonstrated in actuality, that the trajectory will continue, as cases and reasons increase. And, yet, it should be inconceivable to any person who has an ounce of compassion, a thread of hope, and a pound of reason, to think that population control should include euthanasia of the elderly, who according to a despotic utilitarian view, can no longer contribute to society. G-d save us.

Visions of Hope

When the past disappears into the future,

the present is at stake, for the past is nearly forgotten;

and, the future of the world is only held together by a thread,

woven throughout the tapestry of the ages.

The axis of the earth cannot hold steady,

under the pressure of the decrees made from heaven;

as the angels standby on alert for their rescue mission,

preparing to place a seal on all who will remain steadfast.

Carry us away, to the distant land of our dreams,

the places in our minds, given to us in visions;

steeped in Your words, as we watch prophecy unfold,

we remain ready to step into the light of Your countenance.

Carry us away, upon the wings of Your angels,

lift us up above our fears, and bring us home;

to the place where we have always longed for,

the place where we truly belong.

Where the angels roam within the recesses of Your courts

and frequent the corridors of Your palatial buildings;

home, wherein we will find solace for our souls,

bathed in the light of eternity, emanating from Your Temple.