 |
| stringing from corners, empty spaces in between a mystery shattering that agony of the void pure and simple without words, a language of the soul naked and vulnerable, authentic and real, truly seen in the moment of a glance, gazing made whole yet what pivoting on times for separation, for learning, for wondering, for the sake of the name set, from edges of chaos written into my hands with your string, your staff, dancing sparks sealed with truth and books with your story smelling uniquely of you releasing that roaring cacophony of jumbled stones, set free evolving souls and a story embraced lishmah |
| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |