In his tale "The Seven Beggars," Rebbe Nachman tells of a groom and bride who
were rejoicing at their wedding when a blind beggar spoke up, saying,
"I am giving you a wedding gift that you should be old as I am...You think
that I am blind, but in truth, I am not blind at all. Just to me, all the
world's existence is not even like the blink of an eye" (Rabbi Nachman’s Stories,
p. 363364).
Blind
pile of bones illusion's fire
you blink back your lament
a dam that will not retain
time like Joshua's sun stands silent
love that was to flourish ceaseless
now a runaway in the streets
starvedillkemptneedy
the shofar sounds warns
exclaims from hill to hill
you wake up from blindness
angerresentmenthurt
buried in ancient ruins
light like new love seeps
through your eyes Illusion
delusion creep away still
as a predator leaving his prey
pile of bones enlightened fire
Ryfkah 6/26/03
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