Out of the consciousness of water
We acknowledge
We are only passing through.
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In the heart,
Of the heart,
Of Tiferet,
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There comes a truth.
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Among the grasses,Â
In a field of spring,
A solitary, yet radiant, daffodil
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Who soon will return her beauty
Into her Creator.
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Death is rebuked,
Moment by moment,
Through metaphysical Count
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In Hesed’s sapphire flow.Â
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The One who has the power to grant life
Gives to us what we cannot give to ourselves.
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HaShem did not create
Universe upon universe upon universe
Out of loneliness.
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The worlds were createdÂ
Out of Hesed’s urge
To give.
