O holy Mother Muse
If I were standing with you
I would leave the spigot onto wonder open
Offer up my separation.
I would wear a big Bucharan hat on my head
Signifying humility and respect I would wrap myself in fringes
I would clutch the fringes to my heart-line.
I would ask is there G*d among us?
Until I believed there was G*d within
Or among or around until we felt G*d
Then I would speak to those
Sitting next to me right side left side
The names of my teachers inspirations influences
Who gave without resistance.
I would invoke their names
Until I felt myself a fountain overflowing –
The fountain I received from them
Would never go dry.
I might become
Such a fountain myself