How precious is this time
Of the silence of sound
Before all of creation:
The beginning
Anticipating differentiation,
Where dreams colored by hope
Are present prior to
Any formation.
How precious is this silence,
The Aleph before
A woman’s cries
When she is first with her Beloved,
And the sound of her shofar
Lays in waiting
To reach the four corners
Of this earth.
Oh, how precious is
This moment between the leaf’s movement
And its rustling!
How precious its lesson:
There will always be space!
