It is a cosmic principle.
The Eternal Mystery,
Moves and flows
As waters from Â
A well, a stream, a rock,
A mikveh,
Tears.
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Not everything
Will make sense
Because the shift
Has not been
Entirely stilled.
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We have not yet
Arrived.
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We are in the process
Of arriving.
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There comes a time,
In most of our lives,
When what has fed us
Becomes unpalatable:
When manna
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Is no longer enough.
We do not want
To be vapidly filled.
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We want to be nourished.
We want to,
Need to,
Must strive to,
Sate ourselves
With sustenance
That meets
Our need.
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My motherÂ
Has returned toÂ
From where
My provision comes.
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It falls to me,
To look upon
The staffÂ
Raised up,
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To be healed,
To produce,
To create,
To participate
More fully,
In what will become
A landscape
Of greater
Substance.
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My own
Unveiled,
Promised,
Promising,
Milk and honey.
