I raise my voice
In the song of prayer,
As an act of teshuvah,
Where the heavens collapse
And the dust expands.
Where fractal,
Upon fractal,
Upon fractal
Serve to remind to me,
To teach me,
As I embody
The very truth of Echad;
Making itself known
Through Life’s own
Vibration:
All form,
And all matter,
Cannot help but elevate,
Be elevated,
By The Source
In all Its shimmerings.
We are allowed teshuvah
Simply because,
In all truth,
We never left;
Even when
We did not know it.
