AT THE WELL
I remember
how it was to burn
while others
assumed
I was not being
consumed
Source of memory and forgetting
garmenting me with skins of light,
of all names and no name,
of silence, voice and the still
point between
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here, let me dip your finger
mixed with two teaspoons of magic
disguised as yeast for the sake of awakening
When I was twenty five
had lost my breast
and almost my life,
I awoke to ancestral voices
calling
My mother and grandmother
chewed on bitterness like pungent tobacco
staining their breath, blackening
their teeth. As if in a temple
Lilith, you and I
have met before at this crossing.
I envied the way you strode, musky,
wearing purple silks
Along the way
I gather revelatory rocks
with human eyes
spiraled snakes, scattered alphabets
Any root will do as long as it has lived a full
enough life nestled in earth-belly
has been a wide enough cistern for the making of sugar and bitters
She is the box
where they
wait, watching –
an ancient woman –
who would ever
notice her,
look there?
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,
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