I sit in the reflection of HIS gaze,and rapture fills my being. The swirlings of cosmos and galaxy wind around me drawing my being into the vortex of formless unity. He looks upward and the light of a million stars pointedly glare back. Each flowing into its own rhythm of celestial course.
Musings on the Sphere of Chokmah
Available at: A Year Within the Tree of Life
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