Journey to Infinity

Cartwheels within cartwheels,
Spinning head over heels,
Seeking vortices that will heal
While journeying between the two worlds,
this one and that one.

Rich, inner lives that can
Nourish us, creativity arising
From within, a deep-dark
Place, a place of the night,
Where the primordial waters lap.

This is the font of our inner richness
Without which seekers become
Architects, building the constraints,
The Gevurah of space and time.

Afraid of the aloneness,
We fill the it
With our plaintive cries.
Our own voices echoing in that incessant
inner dialogue.

We can only hear ourselves.

That is loneliness.

A single tiny light, hovering, a candle-flame,
In an infinity of darkness.

Only in a void can Ein Soph write.
Only in a completely and
Absolutely empty space can Her
Voice be heard, singing, singing all of Creation
Into existence.

Otherwise it is jagged,
incoherent and discontinuous,
disturbed by whatever noise
is disturbing it.

To be surrounded by God,
is to be surrounded by an infinity
of nothingness.
Yet
how is it that I can find You
in this endless nothingness?
How can You exist by my side,
be of me
yet separate from me?
How can I love some One else?
Is it not all reflections?
Just creations of my own,
images in the speculum
that surrounds me?

How dismal.
How awesome.

In the Divine Realm of Infinity,
time and space have no
Meaning,
so a movement
can be forever,
And an infinite distance
is the same as You
being
right beside me.