Purim Theorem!
Rambam holds Hashem is math,
Hashem does not take a path,
Like “Squaring the Circle”,
Such is illogical,
Yet the Zohar differs on Hashem’s craft!
Witness the Aron anomaly,
Giving rise to a homily,
Finite length & width yet zero volume,
Boggling the mind, yielding it solemn,
Evoking Emunah more than normally!
Size yet no volume?
Anomaly! as in Shalom,
Moshe saw that the “Burning Bush”,
Was unconsumed, he didn’t silence: Hush!,
Risking ridicule, courage to be alone!
Moshe saw water & fire combine,
Hashem’s Shalom nonintuitively align,
Illogic surprise from mire,
Despair be gone! Lost? A Divine sign!
Purim, 339 Before Common Era,
Hashem again was a true “Chevra”,
Upending Haman’s goose,
In a long necked noose,
Saving the Yidden from an evil schema!
Arrogance vanquished,
Anomaly? Yes by logic languished,
Expect the unsuspected,
Human reason dissected,
Headstand of man anguished!
“Shemayim’s” Burning Bush is a hymn,
Let the “Olam” Hear Him,
Again no novelty,
“Chiddush” renewal, an end to “Evilty!”
All Adds Up to Purim Theorem!
Reeses pieces
I remember when the wrapper ripped
When I gave you one as a consequence
When I kept them hidden
They are haunting
It couldn't be gummy bears
You disappeared
We are in a judgment
Burned at the stake
Honesty is meh
Does the chocolate melt inside the hard candy shell?
Over and over
Want to break free
I just let it be
Unconsumed
Confused
There is no try anymore
I want to write about you
It was a path
Journey to the core
I don't have a clue
What is an empath?
From far away I write,
Believing the only best way;
You are there amongst happiness,
I in here comfortable on any day.
Entwined is our love, twisted,
Caged in a barbed wired space;
Piercing our hearts as blood drips,
Suffering too much in grace.
Entangled branches of the rose,
Binding our hearts forever;
An unconsumed perfect love,
I could not regret us any better.
Living far away is our destiny,
Throbbing flesh ripped apart;
As the coiled emotions cry,
No tears from the eyes depart.
When in cemetery tombs are made,
One in there and one in here;
Cleared paths for our heats find its way,
It will interweave into a love sphere.
So mighty and pure as our promises of love,
Braided with sympathy sent from the sky above.
XLVI
If heart finds comfort in a piece of bread
Or on some morsel that a soul be fed
Then such a gluttoned life that I have led
On peace I feasted than to pine instead
If only for a drop my thirst to quench
Or just a tip of finger cools the tongue
Then I have dived into an ocean trench
Of joy have drunk like from a fountain sprung
Of such excess that I have known so far
His love as wind blows on my heart’s desire
It goes beyond more than the brightest star
So unconsumed forever fuels its fire
I’m such a fool to beg for lesser things
I have more grace far richer than earth’s kings
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silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
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understood.
bytes penetrating sequin hoods of vast neighborhoods.
well steaked positions, instills glorified bastions.
no wasteful questions, bout times were in.
unconsumed media leaves abundance to chance (t)hen.
signs of our times, perhaps, we should thank (T)hen.
Have I lost my flame like the lamp on the altar?
Or have I lost my last fire like a dying ember?
Do I stand unconsumed in the heat of this flair?
Or have I been destroyed; now nothing but ashes?
This is a message to the brain that wants to kill me
from my soul that refuses to die.
I may have been born wretched, confused, a coward;
but today I refuse to tremble, cower, or cry.
On the next mountaintop, in this pitch dark,
I see a flickering candlelight.
Do I dare walk across the valley?
Do I dare to not try?
So it is you who will impart
her soft, sweet scent of breath
in one transcendent journey over time and space
to reach me here, suggesting to my heart
and to my hungry mind,
that there is more than substance
to the air I breathe,
more than longing when I think of you
so far away from me, but closer than a kiss.
I cannot seize a gift like that, but only in
humility receive it, for in its creation
you have stolen of yourself
and made it part of me.
Kisses there will be upon the cyber waves,
and unsurpassed in sweetness, yet
in this vapor floating now within me,
I may see an altar to a love
that no one else may see or know,
for it made travesty of journeying
in just a single cosmic flight
that joined an I to you
and wrapped your gift forever unconsumed
in one eternal flame.
~
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!
A relapse into solipsism sparks inside my soul;
An emptiness that ne'er before lay unconsumed is whole.
Is it blood or life now dripping from my lips;
Blood or life that's felt within a kiss?
If pain can purify
Who am I to deny?
If love is not regret
Then who am I to let it die,
To drown a sorrow in a lie
That never could belie the Truth
I can sigh, I can cry
Who am I?
I can try, I can die
Who am I?
There is something to see in this night
There is darkness here still to my sight
There is something to be
But it isn't quite free
The shackles of the boundless soul
But shackles to that selfsame hole
The storm of thought lets loose its rain
And who am I to claim that I could ever be the same?
Down
Down
Down
Down
Dissolved within the hollow sound
Let loose within my boundless sea,
The soul that ever would be free,
The one last spark still left of me
Has
Drowned
Yes,
Drowned within the sea
Yea,
Drowned within the soul of all that I will ever be
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