The universe is immersed,
In a Divine thought,
For it is less than
Even a single Divine thought;
Not less fractionally,
But less in an ineffable sense.
What's at core a thought,
Seamless, Whole n' Infinite,
Is caught by pieces,
Of a fragmented world.
Imagine a picture,
Projected on shreds of screen.
Fundamentally,
The picture's whole,
What's fragmented,
Is the screen.
So too Divine thought,
Remains undivided.
Yet, its manifest flashes,
Provide a basis to appreciate.
Appreciate that ...
All you see, hear, taste, smell n' feel
Are solidified flashes
Of the Infinite Divine thought.
Appreciate that ...
All you read n' hear of Torah,
Are verbalized flashes,
Of the self-same Divine thought.
Though a flash is not,
The entirety of Divine brilliance,
It's still a precious drop,
A derivative of the Infinite beyond.
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~ Dedicated to my daughter "See Em" in honor of her brilliant question which inspired the outpouring of this poem.
