In the Beginning...

Time is all we have.
It is the brief gift
We are custodians of.
Too late we realise that Love
Is action is Time.
The Time we spend together,
Is itself an expression
Of love, except when bound.

We speak of Freedom.
But unconditional Freedom is
Like unconditional Love. It
Allows, even nourishes,
The darkness.

Ask, and ask again
As we fight to be liberated
From the density of the constraints
That prevent us from experiencing
our communal truths.

Yet, is not this
That I am experiencing
Actually my truth?
What in me is thinking
That thought in the first place?
Where did it all begin?

בראשית ברא אלוהים…

‘In the beginning….’

God created heaven and earth

And ‘In the end …’

Wherefore art Thou, O Blessed Source?