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מדרש רבה בראשית

ר הושעיה רבה פתח משלי ח:ל ואהיה אצלו אמון ואהיה שעשעים יום יום משחקת לפניו בכל עת

Who could complete the telling of Your deeds?

Curled into the soil outside Your cloud’s grace, I make a request.

Only one.

Only You, do the whispers tell of the sweetest everything into which my heart pours.

The Glory of the Heart of Your Breast exhales warm rivers of life into the hours of space.

Polish the surface

set the lense.

Rivulet light as dew on valley greens.

I, fruit of Your knowledge, amidst Your knowing, hunger with voracity.

Please do not let me go,

not to sing songs of loneliness, indirectly, over Your memory.

Aye, Rabbenu shel Olam,

Du.

Your clouds, ephemeral borders, refract light so that  the human may now search out Your presence

What is revealed ever changes and what is concealed never, yet Adam increases their domain, מלכות.

I was hidden in Your will as a seed in the soil and You brought me up to the חופה

From a sprout whose want is for freedom to the young shoot, whose strength seduces with taut skin and robustness, charming the moment. But You HaShem, raise the soul up into being, and our worlds hang on nothing* (also תהלים צ   Yiov 26:7)

The lapping of waves at sandy borders or the earth’s curve trailing the horizon, separate without static division between the revealed and the concealed. The worlds teem below the water’s skin and I may search Your letters to the heart’s unending satisfaction.

From the elders, whose branches connect the generations to the trunk increasing in strength and glory until the roots which reach out and hold “as a tree securely rooted at the edge of stream” whose water’s depth proceed beyond the veil.

We have been born from beyond the horizon’s curve.

Your breath fills me, Your soul powers the machinery.

Her, Israel’s, the yachid’s, light increasing the luminescence through mastery of the Torah and the nurturing of שלום until she blossoms in the זקן in his hoariness* as though accompanied by Host as the face with beard and payos.