I am the center and source of Beautiful Truth.
I hold all as beloved and am loved.
The formless loves life through me As aba and ben* As lover and friend;
As raincloud and seed, As memory, dream. I am touched and I am moved. I stand for harmony;
I stand for space.
I stand for unending grace.
I stand to be seated and sit as I stand.
I land.
I am moved.
And I land.
I am here to hear the Future Calling for her lovers, past.
Yearning. Adoring. Embracing the uncertain Loving the Self above all.
I am here to feel the fall. Count on my heart and my kindness.
Count on my song and my drum.
Count on my love for uncountable things:
I began.
You became.
We become.
—Shir Yaakov, 2013/5773
*Aba: father; Ben: son.
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