ההפכי הצור אגם מים
O, You who turn rock into water (Ps 114:8)
What we want is flow
To feel we can gli -i - i - de
Like an eagle, wings out
Flapping, then relaxing
Into the soaring wind,
Like a raft floating downriver,
Or a drop of water falling over the edge
Of a waterfall --
Just like that, no anticipation, no worries,
No resistance --
Falling, then joining
our droplet cousins down below
For an impromptu jamboree.
Instead we lift our leaden feet
Our backs laden with bricks millenia old
And try to make things just right
With our schedules and dead lines
And workouts and work force --
We force the work to happen --
Moving a rock from here to there
The wind isn’t blowing it anywhere.
Nor do rocks ever integrate.
Their cousins can’t hear them
And aren’t very near them
They party alone
If at all.
So You who turn rock into water --
Come now and enter our hearts
They are stone, make them flesh
(as Ezekiel suggests)
Help us dissolve our separateness.
To soften and thaw the ice of fear
Rejoin the river current, right now, here.
This is hard for us --
The first act of flow
Is to let go
of trying as hard as rock
to make it so.
The dissolving begins with surrender of self
I am nothing
No matter
No self no ego no boundaries
No effort
Only the effort of no effort
Relaxing into the ground
Melting into a puddle
Like butter in the sun
(Or Olaf in the summer)
Dissolving, Dissolving
Diss
olv
In
g
Seeping into the earth
And finally belonging
To You who turn rock into a pool of water
And flint into a fountain
That is ever flowing.
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