Pesach

It is time
to call upon the name of God
Ein Sof
One without end
Whose horizons stretch forward eternally,
Who is always there,
always near.


Ein Sof,
One without end,
Who continues on with me forever.

Even the word sits powerfully on the tongue,
Freedom.
And in its wake
longing rises as surely as the waves,
so breathtaking, so salty, so elusive.

Each year
each day
each moment
each breath
You liberate me that I might go toward the wild places.

Under sun and through dried mounds of earth
I move towards that which I do not have in my life.
Just its dim memory which You etched
into my soul.

You guide me
away from the whip, from hunger, from fear,
away from watching my new borns drown in the river,
away from the land that is too narrow.

I move
towards the Sea,
towards freedom,
toward wilderness and wide spaces,
towards an unseen and promised land,
towards the unknown within myself.

Each spring
I follow the same route.

Ein Sof,
One without end,
how subtle, how eternal, enslavement can be.
growing round and round me like wild vines,
beautiful, lush, choking life beneath.

Get ready,
get ready,
for that which confines me,
that which I know well,
can feel like an old friend when it's finally time to say goodbye,
and can hold on
fondly.

And I need walk away
and leave it behind.

Leave it behind.

Leave the narrowness, the constrictions,
which distort my soul,
which imprison my spirit.

And breathe the night air deeply into my lungs.
And watch the blue stars shimmer.

They say one need travel in wilderness to hear Spirit.

Mystics go to the desert, drawn
like ones who walk to unheard music
calling, calling,
calling out their names.
Anything can happen there.
Bushes glow, angels dance, mountains burn with fire,
the common becomes transformed.

One emerges
different,
shedding a skin,
shedding a part of self outgrown,
and
it can feel cold without its comfort
for a while.

So be with me
as I rid myself of that which keeps me small,
as I taste the salt of freedom hungrily on my tongue,
as I stride eager through the waves,
and Ein Sof, as I emerge, teach me

what it is like to have space without end
what it is like to be unlimited
what it is like to be free

May I emerge from the waters with new parts born.
May I walk into the heart of the wild with open awe filled eyes

Ein Sof One without End
Teach me what I need to know

That there is no limit to soul
That there is no place without You.

Ein Sof

© 2008