The End

By Ashrei (Ima Sari Wisenthal)

It ends with love AI Art by Ashrei Ima Sari

Sometimes knowing our triggers,

Can be the only needed figures. 

Knowing when to start your walking,

Knowing when to stop the talking.

Sitting down to let it float - up -

It comes, bubbling over, inside you hide.

Sometimes when you start your path,

A selfish heart surrounds your task.

But if your way is one with G-d,

Self-centred acts will get you far. 

Let go of guilt, do not resist the pain in it,

When you truly, deeply, do, you will unfold in ultimate glory;

Your self and G-d as one, selfishness; an act of fear of seeing.

A soul sets free, a mind still lingers,

Sitting there collecting all your triggers.

Learn your tricks to overcome,

See all obstacles your body tries escaping from.

Become the conductor of their yearnings, 

Lead yourself through the music, they are discerning. 

A kind heart, triggered by love,

Will wait decades to unite a domain lost.

A longing passion wishing to be fulfilled, 

Will carry you towards what you dare dream. 

Embrace your inner selfish desire,

Follow for G-d and let us see what will transpire.

A reunion awaiting you on the other side,

With the thing that unlocked your souls’ deepest cry.

For every-thing has its place,

And everyone wishes to be embraced. 

Perhaps that is what one day awaits me,

If I walk this path as far as it will take me. 

Perhaps this too is another illusion, 

The only way to know is to follow this to conclusion. 

I will rise, shake of these ashes,

Spread my wings and walk your ways.

And when I do I will be rooted,

With the chain of life that tied me to this.

Get up, feel the freshness of each breath, each day.

Penetrating through every direction, light and body unite not in vain.

Spread yourself into the wind,

Let G-d carry that which is unseen.

Join me there, come expand your sides,

Look into the skies and close your eyes. 

Peace, love, healing and beauty,

Wash over the waterfalls of all that imbued me.

The space within feels significant - larger, 

Do senses no longer control your anger?

Believe in this, this is real,

My soul, as will yours, also one day will heal. 

Rise with me,

Trust the winds,

Take a deep breath,

Let it all in,

Spread your wings,

And rest in your place - soar into me,

Let me be your channel,

To G-d we all go,

It is where we all stem from,

I will reach out for you,

I will wait for that embrace,

For we are almost at the end.