My mind rides the waves of music, feeling the full expanse of the song.
My words flow like old friends’ chatterings, catching up after too long an interlude.
I feel drunk on myself, so much of me no longer hidden, so much of me awoken
My spirit feels at home
Gd feels an arm’s length away
Like I can reach out my hand and feel their Sefirot for myself
Grasp the hand of Gd, feel the strength of them
Hear the voice of Gd, feel the gentleness of them
My spirit is running away from me, unconfined
Seeking the wholeness it remembers from being part of the One
I scare myself like this
I like it
How can I return to normalcy? How I long to maintain this state of being
But it is one of visitation
Notes of music pluck words out of my soul like David’s harp.
Picking hymns and adoration from my heart. I feel my lips forming the language of prayer I haven’t partaken in for too long.
It has been too long
A tidal wave of thanks and praise that I cannot contain, cannot comprehend, but my spirit revels in it.
A state of revelation
For what does revelation mean? If not rejoining,
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