Yesterday’s Class On The Teachings of Reb Nachmun

May this poem

in praise of emptiness

restore a drop of radiant silence

glean the broken letters

from the fields of intention

gather up the longing words

fallen from books and buildings

defenses and offenses.

May the beloved

paradox that splits

us into two that is one

be greeted with our tents open

the tea poured

here and nowhere 

and everywhere