Much of my soul has yet to move in,
My body n’ surroundings only dimly lit.
I welcome a brighter light,
Please send me my saintly guide.
I used to fear his company,
Fear that he’d totally take over,
I’d end up becoming him,
N’ cease being uniquely me.
Today, I know the truth,
Light really attracts light.
His soulwaves will magnetize,
My own higher levels to manifest.
Though spiritual, I am neither a ...
~ Philosopher, Scholar nor Kabbalist.
I have the soul of a “Chassid”;
A being in personal relationship with You!
My writings are “touchy feely”,
Mostly, personal rather than abstract.
I tend towards heartfelt poetry,
A feeling core from whence to unfold essays;
As colorful petals tightly packed,
Open into gracefully tender flowers.
My writings are prayers,
They’re tender acts of worship n’ love.
They flow through me,
Birthing fresh parts of my identity.
I share them to reach others,
Meaning, the “me” in others.
A scattered “me” can’t serve You,
As well as a “me” united n’ coalesced.
Hopefully, the “me” in others,
Will recognize my words n’ awake.
Their new dawn will be mine,
As my saintly guide makes me shine.