Do not abandon me on the platform,
Bags overflowing.
Those heavy,
Words of the Oracle*,
“We can never see past the choices we don’t understand.”
Mowed down,
Churned up,
Disarrayed
On the track;
The train departed.
Emet whispers back,
In mercy,
What was once known
But had long since been forgotten;
“It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.”**
Come here!
Come; pray!
And on luminescent cobalt wings,
Arising with Ruakh from the South,
Archangel, Micha’el.
Guardian, Messenger, Lord of Fire,
Likeness of God.
Draw into me, close:
As close as a breath
Is away.
A silver sword
Slices through the barriers –
Klipot,
Those
Things
Merely
Shells
Cracking
Open;
Revelations of light.
The Holy One is here.
Transcendence wrapped
In a mystery named
Prayer.
The magnification of each sanctified letter;
Vibrating in concentric circles
Dances ‘round my lips,
Nestled in blue feathers;
Illuminated breath arises.
The rustle of
Yud Hey Vav Hey
Soundlessly spoken.
Listen and remember.
I am alive! I am alive!
I am created. I am creating.
*From the movie The Matrix Reloaded (2003). Written and Directed by Lily and Lana Wachowski.
** From the movie The Matrix (1999) Written and Directed by Lily and Lana Wachowski
