(ו) עשר ספירות בלי מה
צפייתן כמראה הבזק
ותכליתן אין להם קץ
ודברו בהן ברצוא ושוב
ולמאמרו כסופה ירדופו
ולפני כסאו הם משתחוים:
(6) Ten inscriptions of the void (nothingness)
Their appearance has the look of lightning
Their limit has no end
God's Word in them is like running and returning
They rush after God's utterance like a whirlwind
And bow before God's throne.
trans. Rabbi Jill Hammer
Norman Fischer
(from The World Could Be Otherwise)
(from The World Could Be Otherwise)
“Everything is here to teach us something.
The running away,
the returning home,
the lightning strike of insight,
the quiet bowing of the heart.
Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is separate.
The world could be otherwise—
and so could we.”
The running away,
the returning home,
the lightning strike of insight,
the quiet bowing of the heart.
Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is separate.
The world could be otherwise—
and so could we.”