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| first rhythms ever plunge, eternal hosts driven into life drawing through a field of topographic brilliance where judgment lovingly flows, churning out whole stones resting against asymmetries trying, like diamonds in chaos proto-perception foams, over annihilating operations and from it, dark bursts of lucidity finely entwine coarse grains of almost something, almost yet sufficient the silent rush of yet nothing slides, wildly as percolating pivots diligently thread through it, casting clarity upon myriads, hard pauses startle into vision projecting arrays without mass, strings of confluency impressing discovery, a shadowy tail-end lingers between depths of opposite observation iterating embraces of many meanings like quasi-quanta gathering functions about the head and, and spinning spectra, pushing forward, yearning toward home not knowing, yet only knowing as some featureless reach edging edges stretches out the magnetic sweet dance where divisions collapse like crystal caves softly sprinkling the belly of the night divine with bytes of thoughtbare kisses extending the glorious field of apprehension |
| woman with tefilin The Shekhinah Project (C) Photographer Leonard Nimoy hands of birkat kohanim (C) Marcela Ruty Romero |
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| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
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| Beit Din HaGadol on entering fuzzy time and returning to clarity |
| this is only a test designed for a talmidah chachamah no kings or false prophets need apply |
| mending tears rectifying heaven and hell achiyah hashiloni and shmuel |
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