every soul is a witch ... R' Avraham Abulafia, Chayah Olam Haba
forged without calculation
reverberating with eternal essence, the lifeforce
brewing namelessly under the nostrils, purifying recognition
some thoughtbare combination, a tasty transformation
within a witch's cauldron, over colorless flames darkly
simmering a stew of primeval mysteries
including everything, yet nothing yet
percolating in silence, an utterly female science
patiently pivoting tongs stirring that connection
deliciously delightful
singly unique
sustaining completely, from the timeless time to come
turning history
without equivocation
technorati tags: kabbalistic poetry talmud torah hebrew sacred feminine shechinah kabbalah
Friday, June 16, 2006
האBrew Cauldron
Posted by Lori at 12:56 PM
Labels: cauldron, poetry, witch, witchcraft
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