From Hands She was delivered
with arms She was received.
Torah.
Bejeweled crown removed,
yet never cast aside.
Gently laid down
in tenderness, disrobed.
The desire to be known
arching toward the desire to know.
Her branches, unfurled,
with parchment legs opened
yad, caressing wide.
Giver,
receiver,
conjoined in coaxing
Her mysteries
ever renewed
yet, still to be revealed.
Tree of Life.
Etz haHayim.
In the middle of Her heartwood,
Her heart:
Tiferet.
In the center of Tiferet –
Aleph:
The silence.
Brushing against the core of all that is silent
coursing between sanctified,
healing notes,
breathed in perfect harmonies
on high,
for six days,
one broken letter,
found in The Name.
Hei,
comes whispered in low tones
heard best by a Mother,
near-by,
and all around,
the Immanent:
Shekhina.
Cradled in this World,
the Kingdom, Malkhut,
all organs,
mitzvot,
Rukhama’s blessed fruit.
Revolving,
evolving,
cycles of 7
and 7 times 7,
and 7 times 7 times 7,
all good acts of this co-creation
bound together
in cords of compassion
until all is rendered whole,
all worlds restored,
all time replete:
Until this birthing
in splendid glory,
arrives fulfilled,
alights complete.
