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| woman with tefillin @ Photographer Leonard Nimoy |
| from where, reverberating into silent expression sounding like shadows in a dream resting between the living, nesting notes like honeyed dew then, there at the foot by the bed, the horned figure stood unspeaking, yet being dark and quiet, reaching with a wordless message toward where I am, without declaration that within without gathering forth like a shooting star, a pulsing amber brilliance rooted with peace upon the palm, at the corner of vision, my hand supporting this fluid fire, a mighty streaming scepter flowing and returning, rising shells of light stretched out flashing the matter dark as legions contending for the night even in sleep, connection weaving through it where I am, wellbeing in it blessed be they who bless us, cursed be they who curse us ... Toldot |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |