Why We’re Here

We are here to dissolve dualities.

We are here to wrestle with the paradox.

We are here to expand.

We are here to add our Torah.

We are here to know darkness

In coming to know

What is The Light.

Praying at The Wall,

Rav Kook’s Four-Fold Song

Singing in my ear,

All notes most resonant

As melody melds

Deepest dark

With brightest Light;

As vibrations

Raise the mountain

Of Isaiah’s vision;

As every note

Gathers together,

In completion,

The Shalom of Echad.

Time is a construct.

Division is, too.

Teshuvah points the way

To the Temple Mount,

Wrapped safely

In those prayers

Of peace, sung by all,

That fit together

Like Russian dolls.

The Four-Fold Prayer,

The Four Levels of Spirit,

The Four Directions,

The Four Chambers of

The Heart.