I am the center and source of Beautiful Truth.
I hold all as beloved and am loved.
The formless loves life through me
As aba and ben*
As lover and friend;
As raincloud and seed,
As memory, dream.
I am touched and
I am moved.
I stand for harmony; I stand for space.
I stand for unending grace.
I stand to be seated and sit as I stand.
I land. I am moved. And I land.
I am here to hear the Future
Calling for her lovers, past.
Yearning. Adoring. Embracing the uncertain
Loving the Self above all.
I am here to feel the fall.
Count on my heart and my kindness.
Count on my song and my drum.
Count on my love for uncountable things:
I began. You became. We become.
—Shir Yaakov, 2013/5773
*Aba: father; Ben: son.
