a sophisticated fool
to reach a point to be true to our selves should be our goal.
a man can think he is humble but be he is not.
a man can think he is pious and a good person but he is not.
a man can think he is learned but is far from it.
in his heart he knows what he is and is not.
though he knows he is not humble nor wise not pious nor nice...
he has learned to disguise himself well so that in his mind, he thinks no one can tell.
he as taught himself well and is trained in what to reveal and what to hide.
how to walk and how to talk, when to act and when to stand still.
yet behold ....only a fool hopes to fool a fool.
how foolish to believe we can hide behind all our disguises.
with all the costumes, the real person and level is still easy to perceive.
you can hide behind economics, science, morality, religion or a beard and black or furry hat.
the truth is still apparent for all who wish to see but blind to those
who choose not to know.
all we do is fool the fool, ourselves alone are fooled.
" mnart nor zich alain... voz iz de kuntz as a nar , nart a nar"?
what can be said, is that we are not just simple fools,
but sophisticated ones, fools at our very best.
a, "nars-nar"...a fools fool; even the fools call him a fool.
beware i would say to him... self awareness is a prerequisite
to knowing and understanding g-d.
remove the fool within and wsidom shall come in........
( if u let .....)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
the little child
the little child
once upon a time there was a little child that grew up in the wild.
the child had no father or mother and lived amongst the panthers in the branches of the trees.
the child loved to hang and swing amongst the leaves learned the language of the wind.
the rustle of the leaves in a summer night a sweet lullaby,
its trashing in a hurricane wind a ocean waves roar.
never alone and as happy as can be content and at peace.
one day a human came to the wild and took away the child.
the human taught the child to speak and dress and handle himself like the human rest.
how to build a house of cards and to measure success by how much you posses and who you conquest.
as time past the nest amongst the trees that rested inside the child's breast would not let the child rest.
the child grew weary and leary of even the human best
to hear once again the wind blow,to speak again the language of the wind, to regain the simple knowledge that was lost.
to retreat to the wild, to return and find the lost inner child that never left,
became the child's only and singular quest.
to relearn how to listen to our own soul.
the inner child that really knows best.
the child returned home climbed up a tree and listened once again to the heavenly messages that the wind send.
the moral of this story is....the next time you walk under a tree and the wind happens to blow
it is no accident but from g-d...
hence stop and listen to what the leaves are saying for they some how contain a secret message for you to mysteriously know.
once upon a time there was a little child that grew up in the wild.
the child had no father or mother and lived amongst the panthers in the branches of the trees.
the child loved to hang and swing amongst the leaves learned the language of the wind.
the rustle of the leaves in a summer night a sweet lullaby,
its trashing in a hurricane wind a ocean waves roar.
never alone and as happy as can be content and at peace.
one day a human came to the wild and took away the child.
the human taught the child to speak and dress and handle himself like the human rest.
how to build a house of cards and to measure success by how much you posses and who you conquest.
as time past the nest amongst the trees that rested inside the child's breast would not let the child rest.
the child grew weary and leary of even the human best
to hear once again the wind blow,to speak again the language of the wind, to regain the simple knowledge that was lost.
to retreat to the wild, to return and find the lost inner child that never left,
became the child's only and singular quest.
to relearn how to listen to our own soul.
the inner child that really knows best.
the child returned home climbed up a tree and listened once again to the heavenly messages that the wind send.
the moral of this story is....the next time you walk under a tree and the wind happens to blow
it is no accident but from g-d...
hence stop and listen to what the leaves are saying for they some how contain a secret message for you to mysteriously know.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
lag be'omer
lag be'omer
oh rebbe! rashbi,
my heart belongs to thee.
take me into your cave in Meron,
carobs i'll eat and spring water i'll drink.
teach me the secrets of the torah so i can learn to speak.
to say the name of hashem but not in vain.
a new world you introduced that can be brought about by reading you book,
the zohar which means (to) shine.
you wrote in it that you have a better way to bring an end to the worlds unrest,
study zohar and it will bring out the best.
taste its wine, a new type of joy it will bring,
intoxicated with knowledge from above is its drink.
The Rashbi said; By studying the zohar and its secrets,
moschiach will come, in a gentle way full of kindness and compassion. b'rachamim!
no pain needed to usher in the Moshaichs and his coming,
only happiness will be in the appointed time of his arrival.
amen be'agolo dedan!
oh rebbe! rashbi,
my heart belongs to thee.
take me into your cave in Meron,
carobs i'll eat and spring water i'll drink.
teach me the secrets of the torah so i can learn to speak.
to say the name of hashem but not in vain.
a new world you introduced that can be brought about by reading you book,
the zohar which means (to) shine.
you wrote in it that you have a better way to bring an end to the worlds unrest,
study zohar and it will bring out the best.
taste its wine, a new type of joy it will bring,
intoxicated with knowledge from above is its drink.
The Rashbi said; By studying the zohar and its secrets,
moschiach will come, in a gentle way full of kindness and compassion. b'rachamim!
no pain needed to usher in the Moshaichs and his coming,
only happiness will be in the appointed time of his arrival.
amen be'agolo dedan!
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