The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .


Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Moving Amongst the Pillars

An angel stands. No matter how high it reaches, how much it strives, it can never change.
A person stands, and falls, and then stands again.
We move.
We, in our limitation -and because of our limitations- can touch the infinite.
We bridge the gap between what can not and what can all.
To perform a mitzva is to connect . . . to unite physicality with the infinite essence of the One of Ancient Days. To permeate the mundane with the divine. Until they are one.
Deep calling unto deep.
The soul connecting with the soul of Torah . . . thinking the thoughts that arose in His primordial will.
Lag B'omer.


the sabra said...

my hayom yom :)

darbukaman said...

mordy, this is great stuff
keep it u~p!
be well

Mottel said...

Sabra -thanks for the comment.
Darbuka -How's the dafina cooking?