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November 19, 2009 | 9:07 pm

So

Posted by Emily Stern

Dear Soupful Friend,

This makes thoughts come about this week’s Torah portion. i’ve been looking at this section about esau/jacob birthright
a question comes “what use is it?”
what is the use? what is it to me? i know the feeling from that place, a question: what is this use? use me, longing
to be used. what it’s use is
is longing to have a use.
what is this use?
to use of this?
and this is the question asked.
before the birthless in esau
becomes the birthless of yaakov.
What is the use of that which cannot be used?
and this place of I, can it
move?


what is the use of anything
and the birthright was a promise
intended for the one who holds it.
by having that which is.
and so my blessing to you, my love, is this:
that we may know where that place will past tense led me. inside this question is a forgotten answer. remember that place of you. which is a bursting memory, whose only fog is the cloud of g-d. Isaac’s only sight has been for you,  he who would never have slept if he had known, has been told

and father’s answer comes clearly from jacob when he asks him “are you esau,” jacob does not lie, in saying “it is I.” This is the place of birth in daylight. from soul to soul and innermost blessing you. the abundance of life has come from soup, that he may give, his soul to you, and blessing used by one of use, the innermost, holy truth, if ever there’s to be a use, love was told to leave the land,
and this is now the game of trust, for what’s the use if it is used up? esau plays a game of trust. what’s the use of using us once the use has been used up? what’s the use of being used?
and jacob now has seen his truth: even
angels can be moving! and make a lie to move through soup and be disguised
up and down.
always choosing. and never thought That place could move, or look like a boring field man too, or
use a “ladder” like workers do,

but they ask again that they be used. knowing that to ask the use before given has been asked again.

ask again that i may see the place that you make use of me.
where
so intended then is all that is.
the message received was accurate.
father lost and sight is soup, love is warmth, and blessed are you.just inside of whats the use, lies the heart of blessing given by a father’s flock, yaakov finds his one and only in the field that he forgot was worthy of a single place, especially the kind that faceless is. the one who looks a lot like blessing has been blessed by every nothing.

love finds his field his brother knew, had he asked for soul not soup.
that’s the truth the birthright now. although i have no idea what i want to say to you. it just makes me think of soup and how i would rather love so much more than eat, and yet i am so hungry and broken, and in hunger asking what’s the use of use, as much as esau what’s the use? of birthright, can i hands that move.
the yearner of the purpose here, bringing life, i miss you, and honor so much your hope and wish, and hope you know perfection, yes, and the place where motion meets the moveless, and the point where heaven meets the earth, and never think they’re separate worlds. and thank you for sharing your thoughts, i am wanting something clearer than this story. i am interested in it, but what is there to say, i mean, jacob gives the blessing in this way. esau gives his blessing away, and i guess that’s like just what it is. if it happens once it can happen again, and women give birth so will she again and she is a woman, so if not now then when? blesses his wife in blessing that son, and blessing himself is everyone.

and jacob now lives the land of blessing in the light from the guilt, from a life of the blessed in the loss of the guilty. is the point what was done, does it matter how it happened? that jacob has received this blessing, does gd come because it’s part of it, or because it’s actually what has always been? is this all what’s meant to be, and can his freedom now be a fallacy, how can this be given a face or given a faceless value? so what’s the use of soup?

i thank this holy question for using me, and jacob true blessing is that one may see the soul and soup of feeding be the place that moves us as we.
They all knew the part that does not know of you. and also the place of soul, so beyond the named or used. For many things i have been used.

there’s so much more to say about this. my soup of soup has compounded every thought by soul and truth. and so i welcome that i use nothing but what’s given through, it’s all i’d want, i promise you. i promise you the guilt that he feels is the question of what is really real? And how did I ever have to ask, if it were meant to be.
is anything really real?and even G-d who comes to yaakov, is it just because of esau, or is it here without a struggle, i wish it were so, and even that to make a wish, to not to see the whole of it. and if Isaac knew the truth would he say “it is not you?” or is that all there ever was. the one and only name of love is awakened by a blessing, so may this womb be filled and healthy, by the soup of mother nature, by the home of you bring your soul, and here is child to be grown. child come, child, home. through whichever means you are, story guide him not too far, sorry is a jealous rage, hunger anger any thing, let not this hunger lest i forget to wonder
what’s the use of this
life?
and also what’s the use, to think that i could know the use? to think that i could ever know what i am being used for. and to assume that for is any
other than, or more, or plenty.
fortune told where fortune gets me, birthright gotten by way of soup, the same way that it came to you. let it go for what is true, was always knowing . . .
child. bigger than a fallacy, a blessing, or a way to see. bigger than a born into, bigger than a mine and you, bigger than a past of brother, wishing I, or want another. bigger than what nurture be is a land that flows
milk, honey.
where mother lives.
where mother is.
where mother are we.
talk about a bigger purpose. mother knows what is worth it.

I am just a little promise inside it too. i do not know whats good or bad, or if i am saying something that’s life armor, but i believe in a bigger purpose something beyond my words and beyond my prayers and it’s the only thing thats worth it that there’s just a worth of you. not separate from other woman, wish her child all her wisdom, rebecca loved. i wish that i could say what’s true and bridge a gap of what’s unbroken. 
and even that i break a promise that the truth may be the top. to show that every promise promised is much bigger than we thought.

rebecca loved.

 

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October 31, 2009 | 1:28 pm

mother

Posted by Emily Stern

                                                                                                        May 26, 2009

          Mother

              You Have Been Praised
                          in many

    realms
, The Ones where greatness
    laughs and   plays

                                        like all.

 

    Pleasing Is the presence of your being,  Made the best in making.    In All that is Now   Knowing and still,  owning all that is,  loving all,  that isn’t yet free   That will be.   

  laughter plays in all.

      All the depth inside the self
      she does not know division
      she has no need or reason now to know
                                                that all the world holds you
                                                                      as her flower, mother
                                                                              water friend grain
                                                                                      under the surface
                                                                                                                deeper still
                                                                                under the being,                  over the oxygen             deep still in between

 

 

                                                              too like the secret of the air
                                                                       

                                                                                                    that is not kept.                                             

                                                                         
                                                                          be any tone or any answer and everyone knows
                                                                                        that is known that everyone knows
                                                                                                      their breath is a song.
      Is it never too long before the lungs  
      release, receive your love.
 

 

                                                                          Love the secret of the air
                                                                                      that is not kept
                                                                                          by anyone.


                                                                                                    over there,     
              and over here, 
              breath our own. 
              to be known.
      as laughter’s greatest gift.

                                                              All the world is here   Speaking   Spoken to about
                                                                                          by her friend
                                                                                          being stone being spoken.
                                              Being someday, being summer,
          being known in bloom.
                                                  Do not stop the whole bride  
                                                  that is not broken that only is   Open                  
                                                  to be held         and spoken to        
                                                  by This I           mean the world    
                               
                                                  will set her free.
   
    through endless hoping
                                                                ocean sky
                  air are wings
                      waving high
                                                          high.

              Holds the              
                                    hands of seeds                     that balance
                          she who opens               breathes                     the grounded laughter
bellows over heaven,                                                           
                                                                                        beckons still the earth.
                              a grounded Take on Living Dreams      

                                                        they are awakened
                                                                                                and laughter seems
                                                                                                Like the ones a faerie told
         
            Once          
                                                                                                and for All to Mother word.
                                                                                                To the pace
                                                                                                where words are heard.
                                                                                            by laughter’s living tales you are.


            One
                        of ‘May I ‘s?’
    spring time
                 
                                                                      birds
                                                                      feathers are the flower’s friends
                                   
                                                                  that You teach me to forgive the Self
                                                                                  by being Love Herself.


  by knowing every heart still knows        
                                        how to glow
                                        by letting go              
                                            like all that grows        
                          somehow           complies           with all           the leaves that come to fly          
                                                     
by falling towards the ground.                                                                          Learning how to
give. to
laughter
                                                                    lighting
                                                                    as all that is.
                                                                                   
                                                                                                                    from forgiveness
                                                                           
                                                                                                                      held by grace.
                                                                                                                            Hannah.
                                                                       
                                                                                                              Held her precious face
                                                                           
                                                                                                                  draped in spacious
                                                                                                                        wholeness.

                    here.


                                                                                  love is her very own.
                                                                          to give and never owned by anything
                                                  like the air.
                                                                                         
                                                                                            we sand of where does the shore go?
                                                                                            she living loves comes building homes
                                                                                            in places
                                                                                                            that are already homes
            birds believe
                  like we believe
      in all trees have in store.    Like the tops of these
                                                      from one love
                                                                to another
                           
like sunshine
          does with
                just a speck of water
                                                                  show you always her
                                                                  timeless
                                                                                    self,
               

She who                                                                                               will dance.                                                                                                                                 on       laughter’s                                                                                                                                                                                                 wings.


               

 

 

 

  P.S.  laughter lives         in mother’s           trees
        with air that breathes               somehow golden              
                      somehow
                                      green.

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October 27, 2009 | 9:01 pm

This Ground

Posted by Emily Stern

Photo

Standing on this ground
Always having been
Never haven known
how to admit my woes,
i feel the squish between my toes
wishing myself on the side of right
where serenity abounds
until I land on higher ground.


but there is love here, if I let it be there,
so I welcome
the glare
From the judgment
that’s lifting
Where old paths of justice
are finally shifting
And I’m sifting
through
this mossy shame
Before throwing it away.


Devoted to the aesthetics
of tree trunks and rivers,
Chutes and ladders of a
Rerouted day deliver
Pillars of progression
Filtering lesson after
Lessening the journey
Of one way.


                Take the socks off my feet,
                i would heal the earth,
                but she’s here healing me.
                I am a woman who stands when she’s called,
                threats are a challenge, or mean nothing at all.
                I am a woman of tea cups and listening
                of a candle alight with simplicity that’s glistening.
                beauty is wine, growing deeper with time,
                blessed with a voice to speak, with a song to sing
                and the ability to release what I need not bring,


I’m wholly impressed
by this perfectionist
Choosing to use the most perfect word, Let.
Let the wildebeest come and undress her roar
Let your commandments nourish the love that I thaw,
Let me trust in faith beyond the wounds I bear
Let me be still long enough to feel the air,
Let the truth be sung till we all understand
we have always stood on the promised land.


                    Like the bird on stilts
                    Where what’s the point,
                    Anoint this ground,
                    sisters, anoint.


For natural catastrophes
No longer seem to worry me
my spirit and this song
Are free but joint,


                    take the socks off my feet,
                    i would heal the earth,
                    but she’s healing me.

                     
                        -This Ground,
                  written april 2007 Emily Stern

 

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October 26, 2009 | 11:30 am

That This Is Here

Posted by Emily Stern

I close my eyes and I could be anywhere,
I open my mind and find you are here
I trust that you are living in everything,
everything’s always right here.

I close my eyes and I could be anyone,
I open my heart and find that I am
beginning to find myself in everything,
everyone thing that I am.

I close my eyes and I can see everything,
I open my mind and find you right here
I see that You are living in everyone,
Everything’s always right here.

I close my eyes and this could be everything,
I open my mind and all is right here
living inside a world that knows everything,
the world knows what I’m doing here.

I close my eyes and see you are everything,
everything is already here
I close my eyes and see you are everyone,
every one everywhere.

I open my eyes and you could be everywhere,
in every way I find you are there
living inside a heart that is anyone,
any one thing that is here.

I close my eyes and i could be everywhere,
I open my mind and find I am here
living inside a world that is everyone,
everyone, everywhere.

                            -Emily Stern
                              Israel, 5768

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October 26, 2009 | 9:35 am

that this is here

Posted by Emily Stern

I close my eyes and I could be anywhere,
I open my mind and find you are here
I trust that you are living in everything,
everything’s always right here.

I close my eyes and I could be anyone,
I open my heart and find that I am
beginning to find myself in everything,
everyone thing that I am.

I close my eyes and I can see everything,
I open my mind and find you right here
I see that You are living in everyone,
Everything’s always right here.

I close my eyes and I could be everything,
I open my mind and it’s all right here
living inside a world that knows everything,
the world knows what I’m doing here.

I close my eyes and see you are everything,
everything is already here
I close my eyes and see you are everyone,
every one everywhere.

I open my eyes and you could be everywhere,
I open inside and find you are there
living inside a heart that is anyone,
any one thing that is here.

I close my eyes and i could be everywhere,
I open my mind and find I am here
living inside a world that is everyone,
everyone, everywhere.

                            -Emily Stern
                              Israel, 5768

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