Black Fire On White Fire Revision

Torah: Black Fire on White Fire Every Place, Every Space, In Ink, 'Tween Signs, ‘Tween Lines, Everywhere He, Where are we? Ask, "Mi Hashem Aylai?" Not, "What's in for me?" Descent from Kedushah is "I" Ego's swig, a "Drink Me" potion of Shrinkingness, Causing "I" to be Mired in Pride, My Hand; Plural World vs. Oneness We are 'Taken In', pleasing "I", Or Harvard or other Men, What's the difference? Our Eye's Sty! Live His Torah, is Zeroing Me Debris, Our Chance to Be, Alive ‘n Doin’, Here, Now! Waiting on Him is Freeing. He gave us Myriad Mitzvot, To glimpse Him, to Breathe ‘n Do, To be in His Company True. Life's not just other Men, With Them to Hang Out, Them to Please, Acquiring Clout, our Dodge Cop Out. Men are Seen, He’s Hidden. Pleasin’ Men counters Our Goal, So, He smiles, if We’re Herein. As He is Here, We don't Fear Scowling Faces. Men make Noise, when Losin’ Stature, Men are in Places, not 'Tween Spaces. Drink In the One, Sip His Strength, to Stand Alone, Be a Rolling Stone, Not just a Clone, His Whisper is Choice, so Ignore Men's Noise. It takes max strength Chutzpah, Swim Agin' the Torrent, Yet be Current, Carpe Diem, Be not a Puppet of Them. Gematria, 301, means Fire equals Call, Or Fire in Hearing 'Sounds of Silence': A Calling, Horton Hears a Who, Choosing is Less than to Be Chosen. Be Strong; You're Created to Be a Man, Hashem's Eved, In touch with Your Maker, Answer to Him, not some Faker. © Chaim Ben Moshe 2018