Full moon

The full moon stares through my window

An unblinking white glare.

It pulls the blanket

Off my brain.

Maybe tonight I'll sleep...

I sleep, but I float too close to the surface

The tide coming and going inside my bones.

Worlds rolling in and out of scrolls.

Things I can't comprehend

Weave themselves in to stay.

And I know they belong.

An orange dragon rests in my belly.

Wisdom rolls down the Sefirot.

But I'm still missing the depth

Of utter abandon.

The senseless not-being.

My cat holds the fort

While I am not being

She stares intently

Into the twinkling darkness

Perks her ears

And sends shadows spinning.

My body is rocking gently

On the spirals of time.

The Shechina begs to be reunited

With the One

Who stands behind the Wall.

Her sobbing hushed…

His sword bared

To install dread

In His enemies.

Arise, awaken the love,

For it so desires.

It's almost midnight.

Count the footsteps

Of the watchers of Jerusalem.

How can I sleep

When the blessings

Line up to be counted,

Jumping like sheep

through my dreams?

Arise, daughters of Jerusalem,

To welcome the Shechina home,

With drums and tambourines,

We are going to dance tonight.