Levels

Us above,

  Shared soul,

    Same goal.

Us below,

  Different souls,

    Different goals.

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A Prayer for Words

 As my pen is filled with ink,

  Please fill my heart with words;

Words to pray, to write, to speak,

  Words to make plans, to heal, to inspire.

At times, I feel like my heart,

  Is a pen so desperately dry.

The page is blank, yearning for words,

  Yet my heart fails to satisfy her.

Please fill my heart’s inkwell,

  Let his words open hearts and heavens

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“Isru Chag”

 A brief thought:

The day after a Jewish Holiday is called “Isru Chag”, which literally means to “bind the Holiday”. 

Aside from the technical reason for the name, which has to do with the Temple service, it dawned on me that perhaps there can also be another, more personal meaning, for the name. During the Holidays we stretch ourselves to attain that unique Holiday consciousness. When the Holiday concludes, we need to go back to our normative lives. There can be, and ought to be, a gap between these two states of consciousness. But it’s not the way of Judaism to allow such a gap to remain.

So on this day, we “bind” the consciousness of the Holiday to our normative lives. We download the light of Holiday consciousness into the vessels of our normative lives, infusing our normative lives with that wonderful expansiveness which only a Holiday can provide. We literally “bind the Holiday”.

To what? To our normative lives! 

Taking a Ride

 To read a story is to take a ride on somebody else’s imagination. But to write a story is to take a ride on your own imagination. 

Each has its own unique place. At times, imagination can ignite imagination.

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New Male/Female Paradigm

 Absolute Infinity is neither endlessly contracted nor endlessly expanded, neither infinitely small nor infinitely large. Rather it subsumes both tendencies in seamless transcendence.

It’s good that my blog comes with a disclaimer that my views and insights are subject to change as I grow and flow on my life journey. Please don’t expect me to report on every shift in perspective. Firstly, many of them likely occur imperceptibly. Secondly, I don’t always necessarily have the time to write about them. Accordingly, I rely on my general disclaimer to cover me in such situations.

However, a recent big shift occurred in a noticeable way which I want to briefly share because I want to avoid misunderstandings. For about ten years, I believed that God’s Oneness is the source of the cosmic feminine and His Infinity is the is the source of the cosmic masculine. If you look back on this blog, you will find some literary output expressing this perspective.

Obviously, when philosophically examined, God’s Oneness and Infinity mean the same thing. However, I believed that within emanated and created reality they expressed themselves in two different ways; the Oneness as contracted, feminine, and the Infinity as expansive, masculine. 

Today, I think of both cosmic feminine and masculine as expressions of latent tendencies within God’s Absolute Infinity itself. The tendency towards inwardness, infinite contraction or smallness, is the source of the cosmic feminine. It’s like the infinity of a point. In contrast, the tendency towards outwardness, infinite expansion, is the source of the cosmic masculine. It is like the infinity of a line.

Thus, it makes sense that the cosmic feminine expresses herself as a vessel to receive. Forming a vessel and attracting what fills it are tendencies towards inwardness, depth. In contrast, cosmic masculinity is typically expressed by the role of  giving. Healthy giving is an act of seeking new territory to fill, an outward expansion

Since God’s Infinity is Seamlessly One these tendencies do not reveal themselves in God’s Being. However, as with many of His other attributes, they find expression within the confines of emanated and created reality. 

As I am currently working on a book, I do not have the time to write an essay on some of the ramifications of this paradigm. However, I provided the core concepts which can be applied further to explain many phenomena.

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There’s More to Me

There’s more to Me,

Than the Me I see.

For I am a roaring Nile,

Caught up in self denial.

Such is the story of a soul,

A vast and supreme whole,

Reaching into a tiny hole,

While pursuing a divine goal.

Yet, the Me crunched inside of, 

the hole,

Pines to know the Me beyond,

that’s whole.

 

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The Fruit of Time

Unlike what it may seem, 

the future vast

is NOT the fruit of 

father past 

impregnating 

the present flash.

Rather, 

the “fruit of time” 

is the present flash,

borne of

father past 

impregnating 

mother,

future vast.

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