There Is No Way

​There is no way into
The universe of knowing,
Of ethics, whose belt
Is tight, of bon moting.

When the heart is giddy, when
A noble love sluices your torso,
Within you is light,
Skimming over the Torah, more so,

Every Divine name. You are on
Every hill, plateau, city
Where the air is rarefied,
To the horizon, from the gritty

To a river that doesn’t stop,
That feeds the green-choked 
Forest, the straining vines,
The tangled grass soaked,

The mountain cat spore,
The usurped nest, and you
Are free, filled with sound,
Servant to the true

And infinite, a cluster
Of honor is on your head,
Are you a slave or liberated,
The poppies streak the meadow red.