Shma, listen
for how we might be
holy bodies,
a holy people.
I remember
how it was to burn
while others
assumed
I was not being
consumed
The Torah I seek is of mystery, a Torah which calls us to upend constricting patterns of mind and heart, retell the delusional, self-serving stories we embed ourselves in, deconstruct, disrupt for the sake of transformation,
READ MORE about Beginning the Book of Exodus, Or Why Retellwith dough draped
over their shoulders
no time to let it rise
thousands of women
The morning after
I wonder
was I fully present
did I receive as the earth does,
in gullies and fields filling
my empty thirsty places.
I am still the skin and bones
of old constricting stories
living in the wilderness.
We arrive
the women
who serve
Sacred Presence
moved by our hearts
Which are the clouds
of Holiness and which
the fog of our own
making –
I hear him calling
from my closed tent –
gather assemble
come to the fire.
Let’s try again
to retrieve the trust
shattered with the first tablets
Bo come into the captive
mind of Pharaoh, hardened,
stiffened. made resistent:
va’yichazak, va yi’cabad, va yi’kashe