It is hard to balance
My eye with my inner ear. When I look at the display of comets, My inner orbits disappear. To polish the buttons, To adjust the chandelier, To clean behind the couch, To attune the atmosphere, Requires my full intent. The Torah has no peer, Because it is suffused in God, Heaven and earth cohere, Soul and world embrace, When studied in cave and on pier. The breeze is blended and clement, From heartland to frontier.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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