February 27, 2012 | 3:56 pm

Inherit The Earth

Posted by Emily Stern

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Inherit the Earth

Imagine if we were to inherit the earth——-
it’s consciousness, it’s playing, it’s ability for listening to what does Gd say?
Is the world halachic? Does it step in time? Does it have an Independent Existence?
Does it flare up in anger or use Your name in vain—-
The energy that rips people to shreds that I try to control, but controls me instead.

If we were really really to inherit the earth,
would it glow in all directions uncontainable, uncontrolled?
Would the deeper meaning be expanded or Could I ever know?
Or is there such thing as a message that rises and rises?
would i be able to conceive
that the message from the earth is only for Gd
to be given through you and me?

If i received an inheritance
would i even want it?  would it be like the body that I wear and walk with?
would I be invisible? would i have Tachlis?

If I were to inherit what I give to you, is it now so upwards. I give this to you
and is this not what you want, my unblemished pain?
if I laid my heart on the alter of earth
that you made, would you inherit me? Could I be the wind?
could I be your soul? could I be near you instead?
What could begin? What do we merit
when we inherit the earth?

 

February 2, 2012 | 2:13 pm

Remembering Love

Posted by Emily Stern

I peek down the path you came from, and smile at glorious choices.
And I take a handful of light for my own feet, so I may rise through this
forest and see how there was never meant to be an end to all of this Love.
There is always a field surrounding us, leading to another forest , leading
to another more fragrant field. A shore of sand leading to a wider sea. the
sacred places we have seen. The sacred visions in our dreams. I saw a tree.
That we called our home.

Where we speak quietly and we laugh wholeheartedly and our bodies shudder
with lust. And we touch intentionally and we forget (eventually) we once
thought there were two of us. Always. (this is) The eternal broken down maze.

In the roundabout way we’re chasing each other playing pin the tail on
forever, asleep to songs (sounds) of whatever

Through this garden of delight as night turns to day, day turns dark

Deliberately starting where we stop, ending where we once began.

You’ve given me the gift of permission
To touch you

with my magic tricks.

The spell that wishing is.

Take it as it comes.

Falling away, into the severity that simplicity is.

Our compliance is a moment past control, revealed on the far side of every
breath, too beautifully off the count.

Our dance. (Remembering we’re one. Reveal to me a world to come. where
Love. and the Heart and Talk of Divinity. and Sacred Feminity. is Our
dance.

Cause the sun cups my hair as we walk down the street.
In broad daylight he’s always touching me
And those that see me comment on the way he makes me blush:
Catching me in this wild affair

With what is here for all of us.

You have seen me. Staring into you. Dreaming into an endless song. Written
by the quiet daughter of a magician who has made the world her summer.

I give you the key to bypass my intellect.

Sit.

Within a season to

Unreason with all of it.

Beneath a quiet mind, there is a volcano of heart, a windstorm of limbs, a
universal womb of starships, all ours. And I want to let my skin get used to
the air that follows you, the blessings that cling to your hair. The love
that lingers… there.

And you drink promises from my lips. From spaces so tiny that there is only
room for another world inside. safe from our sight.

The angel to your left likes me, and so does the one to your right. She
likes my taste in jewels and calls me grandmother and friend. They’re
blessing us… they say may all your days be days of awakening

My lover’s call is alone a gang of wolves of

donkeys kicking, governments of fish, and

feeble minds splitting into the pieces they are,

only to find One another again. That is what we have done. Find me, chase
me, jog the memory of love. Bring me to
the worlds we have known, and I will bring you back to earth. The galaxies
we have seen are peaceful. You let all men there decorate you with greenery
and pride and flags with each soul’s emblem of meaning—a compressed memory
of life. Built on subtle hills of understanding we will be. Let us be. May
we always be remembering love.

by Emily Stern

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December 16, 2011 | 9:25 am

Completeness

Posted by Emily Stern

You lie here
speaking of echos
like a project that has no ending
like an abyss
who can swim only as far as you can swim.
Divine, letting us see swimming pools
when there is an ocean.

Training wheels this world is
for vastness and completeness.

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October 30, 2011 | 6:48 pm

Dreaming Is For

Posted by Emily Stern

you know all my dreaming
comes from just one feeling
that i never want this to end.
The dessert of finding water.

Is the beach just a desert
who has found her water?
moshe a stick that has a lost her
Like we found a home in the wind?
I know what you mean in my dream. What do I mean in yours? Deep in this dance we may see what forever is for
and it has been spoken
that this is no more than a dream
in the realms of the heart there are people
who only know of love. they will dream forever.
expanding meaning here.
they hear the wind, they hear the wind
The Women of the universe are dancing
They hear the wind
They hear the Wind, They here.
The women of the universe are dancing
this is bigger than what we are…. my dear.
i know what you mean in my dream what does this mean in yours?
Is there a chance we will see what forever is for?
we will see what forever is for?

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October 12, 2011 | 11:28 am

Just Singing

Posted by Emily Stern

They’re just singing
and the rest of the world is a reflection pool.

all a marionette following
like the angels sway

The whole wide world swinging with song
singing the wisdom is singing too.
humming a bass line, rustling leaves,

they’re just singing.

The mystical gardens do what they do. Encircling ground.
raising themselves, saying i am just a spark
the world in all her layers, dressed all her prayers
and they unravel.
and sometimes don’t.

denser and denser and stars come out a dancing around them

we are singing too at the foot of your throne everything rises.

I am just a spark ready to rise up.

and they’re always singing.

with the whole earth
they’re already singing with the listening waters,
the mouth that opens makes the whole world sing. singing a tune

looking at you, meeting my eyes to yours flying and standing it’s all a dancing stillness. inside and everything moving and we are your vision. saying where am I?

I’m seeing you

as we are open waiting in love.

the truth blows her horn
their trumpets and they come and they’re just singing and wings come to them and they are just singing at the times are changing.

they are just singing.

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September 22, 2011 | 3:12 pm

New

Posted by Emily Stern

I am a little open ended
clinging to your tallis, winging it, looking up at you, Trusting you.
Your every move, expecting the best.
Anything, be for good
I love the Tallit we are enraptured in,

Just the feeling.

That’s not what I asked for when I asked for you.
Just the feeling of being cloaked in light, a tapestry.
There was an oil spill in the desert someone said, a long time ago, and out came a new species, new plants. maybe creation has just begun. we are ready for a new heart this world.
Once the body would be changed by a single brush of the wind, changing everything.

the earth’s body, coming alive, the ball she wears a slinky dress to begins at first watch (Brachot, 1), doing the waltz, Shma. His father was the one who re-found the dye in the waters to make the tallit blue, A certain fish, I think. and they saw water comes in pairs and plurality. - Maayim, always in the plural, being cloaked in light, she could have danced all night.

do we really know what’s at the core of the earth? Come on, lets travel there!
start a whole new dance,
A tapestry, and they told me that water can’t get dirty because water purifies, and then I think about what happened with our oceans.
There was this movie about “Them and Us” that then bands together to free something or other, finding common ground to greet something,

Clinging to the Tallit
winging it, looking up, Trusting you.
Your every move, expecting the best.

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September 7, 2011 | 1:36 pm

Shofar Flash Mob

Posted by Emily Stern

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September 5, 2011 | 11:39 pm

More Amazing Than I Am

Posted by Emily Stern

DANCING CIRCLES OF FORGIVENESS
by Emily Stern
Motzi Shabbos, Elul, Pre Rosh Hashana 2010

How Silly I am to ever ask my purpose as if I am a period at the end
of a sentence.
How curious I am for a mind to make mass, as if anything I could bring could mean something!
We circle around you in ways that could never end

You are the Reason.
Perfect feet

is my single foot. (re: angels) technicality becomes another domain.
What veil has been lifted
and not reflected
back the love of women more amazing than I am.

This is You showing your face

again
I am remembering why I made those choices or even why I let them tell me choice exists.
I know why my questions were not answered by yes or no’s.

Tsuvah is done for me.

The song is being played
stings almost
touching them instead of being
too untouchable.

I hope their love is understood by their husbands.

and I so simply singing.

“You are the Reason.”

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