One Inclination

the soul of a person can teach her ... the Baal Shem Tov

inclined
as outliers slow dance
down the night wind blowing
paradoxes divine
diligently some quantum chaos strings
ineffably through it, thoughtbare
simply
broken hearts, pulsing with enduring brilliance
virtual companions, perfectly imperfect
anomalies
struggling toward the source
with a fistful of interpretations
wrestling with expression
reverberating neither dark nor light
some holy madness extends apprehension
iterating conjugations
as inquiring minds walk on fire
two by two, in some language of the soul
unpostured
holy offerings of experience
not keeping silent