Light blind, I hadn’t looked down
until you cried last night.
I dreamt of teaching piano to a small boy —
he soon turned virtuoso
I had to pack quickly
to leave song, warmth, and balance.
Snow, now, on the streets,
our rift in the dense melting pools.
not even bridging the span
regardless of a thorough hurling
across the chasm
a spasm of lost faith —
yours for the moment,
mine for millennia.
what rending to mend?
how are we repeating ourselves?
have I fallen too hard again?
opened my chest’s
abyssal capacity
and urged on an
assailing tiger?
an impossibly caught comet?
have I thrown out plumage
of a capable cock,
a chesty bird, proud and fierce?
am I again pecking against
an immutable order?
aching continuum of snow, a
lattice between our bedrooms,
rivers away.
sleepless,
weeping,
and silent.
will the morning winds
carry the crystalline weather,
repair these paths
of receding footsteps?
drawn here to finger you
through words keyed at a distance
belly full
eyes heavy from
sleepless love
(surfacing from dreams
to you in myriad curls;
an bared neck,
an uncovered hand
palming a wrist
rapt awake
branching towards you
in winter tree filtered dawn)
yearning awake
lapping lake
night now under your hat
tugging my curls
lower lip licked
jaw rolls towards you
our first day alone together
a mystery of maps revealed
slidding on your subway seat
kept you pulling nearer
information design, feeling your way around
our circle–and–line harmonizing
I saw the ascending street numbers
and immediately oriented us
discovered the destination of our bus
bridging conversation
Arch — to discover or design a word
for an arch’s base, support
a holy meal, G-d invited, through
intention, attention, and appreciation
we walked and prayed.
didn’t mind we’d left our small altar —
our dining table — as we wove the blessings.
:: :: ::
don’t rush, sister 
≠ 
your family will be present to heal
to what do I own this
celestial joy?
this merit must be beyond
this life;
I have lived neither
long nor deeply enough
and now must create
a new language from praise.
how G-d has provided!, a
gift continually unwrapping
a light of pure light
beyond rubies.
she is a prophetess, a priestess, so empowered,
emboding the power and passion of a bear 
now why these words?
what am I writing for, to?:
love is alive and well in the world;
now, it should motivate us to
repari universes.
— I’ve been recharged, “enlightened”
(no, reminded)
— you’re an “artist”
(you’re the masterpiece, brush
paint, canvas, and inspiration)
overlooking all I’ve told you
cavernous expanse in relief
no secret leaf unturned
all burnished
I don’t want a runaway pen,
a caught–up tongue
to sabotage a quest for light
nor find my offerings rejected,
so I purify, pray for an ideal ritual
as only the holiest creatures could carry out
cloud–link formations imagination can’t invent
convection–blurred divisions of the waters of our tent
imploring unseen elements to settle their intent
and establish something subtle of the vaulting firmament
new conversations about blogging
keeps transparency apparent
bright morning, new light in siddur:
you have brought us forth
from all nations and tongues
difficulties with exclusivity subside:
me’kol is amongst
ie, the G-d b’nai yisrael faithfully love
are amongst all nations and languages,
peace and unity thread throughout the whole!
also received the straight love under my tallit:
mah yakar chasdecha elokim
how abundantly acceptable, clear, unmuddled, apparent
is Your love!
and in love with nursery–fresh
crisp–vegetable minds and fruit–sweet hearts
blossoming all morning
then music L—— brought out the drums
and we pulsed!
then PRYT session deeper and more relieving/revealing than the past
conversation spooled on the phone,
spilled on the street,
moved me
even nearer a divine center.
salad, scribbling:
earlier in the day (0815-0825)....
a world of words
you called me a magician
asked me to repair universes
let us repair to the
sacred chambered heart
a rift to mend
organ gushing scales
water courses, corridors of the
small world inside
magic sense
phosphorensence
you’re demanding my gossamer wings
you walk with force
you move with force
strong wind, demanding justice
balance of force
clarity in force
take you on entirely
unblindingly
demandingly now
you force wings to sprout forth
each bubble in your iron back a blade of grass
tickles eye–imprinted wings
cutting tethers
enabling alighting
shuttering aloft
compounding blessing
“are all your prayers answered?”
sensations, tingles the transformation
tickles, summons me to
get the poison out, to spread, to fly.
your blessing to send the lead to my feet,
and through, to earth
the converter of tumah
sinks to my calves, ankles
helping me push off,
I will follow you
I will
“Atlantic Express”, school bus, children, seatbelts
: external signs, posted eternally.
Halacha — metaphysical laws of the universe.
how could I support you in yisrael?
I give to myself, thereby
building yerushalaim
you know Jerusalem
is in my heart, here, yes?
I need here there,
as I am needed here
as “my eyes are needed” by sky....
how could I support you?
full stop-start.
clearly our prayers are answered, powerful,
coupled, unified, transformative.
what shall I become? a color-warrior singing
change —> kol tuv
we’d clear stagnance
after capturing our own innate clarity.
and we’d drum!
and we’d sing!
and we’d dance!
continually extruding purer tones
continually weaving light–blankets for the ministering angels
trying numescent (?) luminant knot–reminders
weaving, braiding, beading
history’s metaphysic.
God wants un together...
what of “un”, the first manifestation of “us”?
God wants our light amplified in the world.
Clear.
God draws me near your glory, your divine ornamentation
God’s service in your body.
Can I bring you closer?
Can I take you in?
Unreversable.
Universal. Eternal.
Radiant radial radical radii radio radish?!!
(b’ivrit?)
[laugher]
a bridge is crossed
green tiger anticipates dangers
piercing blue approaches
wearing an amulet of flooded oceans,
a peacock appears
the cat calms
drops her belly to the earth
tail waves countering
pendulum feathers
I ache to enter
and will wait,
will endear clearance
I suspect inconceivable palaces
I smell treasured fragrances
rare, essential heavens
forward motion without force
gentle presure, tempered measures
and arrive under the veil
shocked bride terminates connection,
recovers reoriented, but
returns
your darting eyes, heartbreaking
ununbelieving, engages chase
wind whips and lifts the kite
pyre of incense
dedicating bodies
our heated column rising
perfect wisps
trails of fragrant prayer ascend
a profuse (perf.use), dense cloud descend
fills our tent
holy bridge, sparked and intoned
how the miraculous cascades
builds from a single manifest wish
into an avalanche of light (x)
how one prayer opens out into
brightest reality.
balancing my desire, an “I” speaking
and seeking itself with the goals of a greater good
here — I want you
and I want all good for you,
destain notions of limiting you
or altering ℵ‘s earth in any way away from unity.
every inch I open towards you
seems received
shedding the fear of
confronting you with love
the fear I see in every moment,
your blessing to open me:
is rodent–like
being small and yellow
getting underfoot
streamrolled
darting back and forth across
pedestrian paths
shivvering, quivvering
fearful, fast heartbeat
turtle pond, hexagonal cobbles
your second blessing (of thousands):
opens my back in it’s
peacock glory
butterfly color
loftly wings engaged in dance and delight
my hovering feet
wish to follow the wings
pulsing towards you,
revise my life to
include you,
to keep near.
reckless?
turning my heart on
to hear your treasure radio
the golden chest, ruby–filled!
I would coast behind your
firefly trail endlessly.
of the jade tiger
black–and–green striped
belly low to the ground
energy in heavily–weighted haunches
backbody haunted with
miraculous light
hypnotizing you?
romanticizing myself?
only validated through truth–sharing.
how could I see your gash, your tiger,
the jagged rim locking in your green love?
tin rim churned, roughened edges
ground, shredded thin, trebble metal
scoured your throat
tore oceans,
tore blueberry fields,
torn through thorn–bush shoulders
— never tainted your lush
your iron-rich, life–blood, chlorophyll
bluegreen–on–black healthy mulch
your seed–bearing–seed source
I feel asleep so easily
certain we’ve only just begun (again)
how sleepless nights bring wakefulness!
I have heard the unheard-of
revealed their harmonic hardware — heaven’s chorus
abundant and clear
my array of fire–light
crushed wings I’ve left back
their fluid forward motions
ignite colorfast radiations