The Edges Of Illusion

THE ILLUSION OF MATTER AS ALL THERE IS,
WHEN FLUID SPACE AND TIME ARE HELD IN STATION, WE
TEND TO GAZE UPON ROCK, TREADING UNDERFOOT,
FORSAKEN FROM A SOUL’S EXALTED VANTAGE POINT.
WHILE EYES IN THEIR SOCKETS LOCK UPON CONTOURS OF REALITY DRAWN FROM SYNTHETIC LINES IN SAND.
THE SHUTTERS OF OUR EARTHLY LENS
CAPTURE AN UPSIDE DOWN WORLD, FROZEN IN MYOPIC VIEW.
MISTAKEN ARE THE SNAPSHOTS FOR THE WHOLE.

BUT- SOMEHOW WE KNOW DEEP IN OUR CORE,
HOW SILENT STONE MAY MASQUERADE AS CONCRETE FORM,
HOW AS MASTERS OF MISDIRECTION THEY CONCEAL
A PHANTOM CURRENT- DIVINE WILL FLOWING
THROUGH LETTERS OF CREATION.
WE SCAN THE HOLY BOOKS, AND WONDER
WHY ARE ROCKS A NAME OF G-D?
DO THEY REFLECT THE FREEDOM TO BE STILL
AND STILL TO BE, ETERNALLY?

SO TOO NATURE IN ALL ITS COUNTLESS FORMS,
WATER, AIR, FIRE, EARTH- DECEPTIVELY PREDICTABLE,
TILL FLOODS, TORNADOES, FLARES AND QUAKES ERUPT,
TILL INEXPLICABLY, PEOPLE BURST FROM SELFY SILOS TO
RUSH TO AID THOSE WHO NEED.
THESE ANOMALIES SPEAK TO US CLAIRVOYANTLY
REMINDING US BEYOND THE EDGES OF ILLUSION
LIES THE ILLUSION OF EDGES
VANISHING IN AN EXPANSE OF INFINITY.

I was the ninth winner in the Hassidic creative contest with this
poem, among hundreds of submissions, so not too shabby. BH.
Wishing all of you a ‘lebedik’ Chai Elul-vated Elul and shana tova u’mtuka.
May you find fulfillment in the deepest levels of your soul and destiny in
this lifetime. – Yehudis