Poems from Shabbat Meditation
Fading
There is a sense of vertigo
As the things I thought of
As real
Fade
Vast expanse of beautiful Earth
Translucent permeable
Jelly of experience
Relationships
Sensation
Fading
Slight pang of parting
I recede into oneness
And dissolve
My Experience
A group of diverse beliefs
We share
A heritage of stories
Celebrating relationships
With the unknowable
Generation to generation
Oral tradition
Written on goat skin
And then in books
Words we allow to shape our lives
We meet in a place of rituals
Discuss the stories
Mining for meaning
I mainly listen and hear
Many things I do not know
Or understand
Together with my music
I am welcomed
When I meditate within
The visions stand in quieu
Too many to be seen
