A Corollary of Growth

By Ashrei (Ima Sari Wisenthal)

Confusion and pain flooding it all,

Touching whoever dares face my fall,

Lashes of despair flogging from my mind,

Not attacking, aimlessly trying to grasp,

What is the airy point of this life?

With a touch of G-d, my barring is lost,

I fall unto you, you take in my pain and my doubt,

Expose me for the low-life I truly am,

Tell them what I had said,

Show them what I have done.

I try climbing on your back,

I beg to reach a little higher,

A purity is soiled, kindness shattered in it all.

My path is my burden, and mine alone to bear,

From dust I came alone - it has always been the way.

Alone into the darkness of dust I will return,

Unity of death, disintegration in decay us all awaits.

When my faithfulness falters, it’s a saviour I crave;

I flame in dreams of growth, burn in visions of better worlds.

Please, raise me from dust, birth me into life once more.

Take me on a path of love, kindness and truth,

Until afire I will burn, with no end, so pure.

Passionately, consume me into ashes,

And in ashes I will lay once more,

From sandboxes, a new unfolding day will be told;

One day when all the mundane will transform into pure beauty,

Expanding cycles of reality, life, and purity.

Always reaching higher, always burning to the ground,

A corollary of growth, an attempt to cease life,

And in it, with your help - I expand.

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