the cycle of golus

 

 

 Break the cycle of golus

 

The cycle of golus does not seem to end...

It goes on and on and does not even hit a dead end...

As the sun , moon earth and sky seem indifferent to the events that happen about or upon them...

G-d remains silent at least to the extent that we did not expect.

Though we know He is here and cares...

For us that is not enough we want more and cannot take it this way.

Yet what pains us most of all in this endless cycle that just

seems to go on and on is .....

 Not the problems or the debt...... nor the pain or suffering or hate...

not even that it keeps goes on but that Gd face seems to be like a stone wall

Expressionless without letting on His plan or His pain that He certainly has for us

Of course we want all our problems solved and the pain to come to an end....

Yet even more

We want....need some validation that He , our Gd , cares and loves us both as individuals and as a

People

We say Gd even before this cycle of golus comes to an end …make it good….and show us your Face

or Gd forbid there will be no rider on this cycle to pedal along  any further

Gd,  break the cycle of this golus here and now …...show us your Face.....and make it right

The Soul Layed To Rest

The Soul Layed To Rest

My beloved is gone has been laid to rest.
my beloved is gone but has not left.
only upon the body it is said
"dust to dust- wind to wind
ashes to ashes-water to water"
the four elements that the body has been
made from have returned from the source
from which they came, but the soul returns
to g-d.
verily true the soul a part of g-d has
fulfilled it's purpose on earth
and now has been taken back by g-d to
return to itself.
the lord has given the lord has taken
blessed be the lord. amen

Social Justice

 

i'm on strike, so go take a hike.
\Let the trains stand still, until i have had my fill.
\hey you mister go get your sister, call you both a cab to
\work. the tracks are closed the bus wont go, we want a
\raise and will not be fazed. you can all walk while we
\talk, we do not care we are going to raise the fare.
\you can all use the bridge it is open and there is no
\fare....sigh...my feet are weary and my head is leery...
\all i can say is... "hey bus driver speed up a little bit,
\speed up a little bit.. hey bus driver speed up a little
\bit... i just want to get home soon".

The Black Hole Of The Soul

The Black Hole Of The Soul

peircing black eyes a bottomless pit the
\black of your eye that grows wide in the
\dark and squints small in the light.
\when you look into them it is like looking
\into the abyss or is it bliss? a vertigo
\gone amiss!
\it wants it all like a vacum drawing in
\what it sees yet shines with light of
\the an other wordly kind.
the eyes a portal to the soul you decide
\where you go and what you wish to show.
\windows to the world of your own making...
\keep those eyes contained or you'll walk
\off a cliff into a never ending
\fall choose instead to walk upright and to
\look for that which is right.

Winter Days

Winter Days

i look out of the window above my live fire place
from my vantage point of warmth I see the bare trees
blowing it fortells of cold days that are coming
the wind blows what remains on the branches that
where once green leafs and now leaves them barren
though I am warm at present my bones rattle and
chatter at the mere thought of winters storms and snow
that come upon the earth and its denzions during
winter months
I pray, Oh G-d, make this winter a mild one or better
yet send the funds to buy the wood so that we can keep
the hearth glowing.

Roaming Souls

Roaming Souls

do not tie me down i want to wander around
do not put me on a leash i do not want peace
i am a roaming beast that wants to explore
never have my fill always want more.
Oh G-d why did you create me a roaming soul
that cannot find peace where ever i go.
please oh G-d hug me down into one place.
to sit and learn Torah with love is my goal
into a chair do i go.
got to snap that wip crack...crack...crack
until i have broken that beast on my back.
will have to tame that beast and teach how
to work G-d's field and pull the plow.

A Leaky Cauldron

A Leaky Cauldron

boiling bubbling oh it is so hot
so full of liquid i am running over the top
\though i am at my peak i got no energy
for i have sprung a leak
\cannot contain my thoughts it is
as though i am not
\i am like a leaky cauldron
that cannot contain
\need to fill it up with some light
and heal my plight
\my body a broken vessel
needs some soul to teach me a lesson
\got to plug my hole and
bring me some peace
\so my vessel can contain G-d's blessing
and be a shrine to G-d's holy divine

Prayer

Prayer 

Hey prayer, what do you say?
i get up every morning and i say...pray.
i really do not know what i am doing
or what to say.
i am just fulfilling my obligation to say
those words even without its deeper meaning
t's okay
they have meaning to G-d known only to Him in its own way
so i say.....
sway... sway... sway...
keep on praying..
pray ...pray ..pray each and every day, every which way.
okay? Okay!

my stormy life

A Sailor Without a Sea Mate

 

a stormy life my life is, full of wind and hail with out fail,

to be washed ashore only to be rushed back again into the rising tide and frothy waves.

 

my boat shatters smashed once again  again against the rocks of life,and yet rebuilt time and again.

 

a false hope and niave dream thrown about by madness and reprimand  with no escape. lashed to the mast with biting words of demand.

 

the waters rise up high to drown and then receede in spite and with spit in full throttle of disgust trikling down the face.

 

no thanks even recognition for the saving the lost ship...only blame for sinking it.

 

did i create the storm of anger do i  whip the waves in the sea.

 

beware he who cares ...another storm approaches ...dark clouds of anger always brewing.

 

one wonders when or if the sun or smile will ever shine again, but accusation will to be sure.

 

 if by chance it does...it is quickly gone in hate and hale , a lightning flash attack of blame.

 

the still peace of the ocean of life seems only to be the quite before the storm.

 

how can one not help but wonder time and again that it will come, even more to forget and be all forgotten,

 

I forget what it was and why i boarded the ship of life and on what journey and to where did i original set sail to achive

 

woe  !

 

beware.. a storm upon the horizon ....no time to contemplate or think about ones life for yet another washing, rain and wet

 is aimed at the head and will not wait for i am a sailor without a sea mate only a upset passenger on board with no land ahoy or ahead...

Truth

Bh

Where does the truth lie ?

When speaking to people who are there to twist words ?

Who have perfected the art of guile ?

Truth so elusive except by those who actually say it .

The person who pains u might be truthful or might wish to hurt u or use u .

Gd thank u is truthful at least with Him,  there is no ambiguity .

But Man twist and turns his lips and tongue to speak a lie with out being identified as such .

A pathological truth creator that creates truth as he speaks

To each person another truth .

To him one can say " truth is in the eye of beholder "

To him I say "stay away " I cannot tell when u speak truth or even if yes why so today ....

A person so good at lies, he has a created a world in his mind of disconnect.

There is no truth in that world but the desire to be correct .

Be gone back to the hole u call a mouth and the twisted corner of ur brain .

Suffer the punishment of imagined correctness and blame the world for thier disdain .

See not ur faults nor identify ur own failures,  truth is not for u to see its for others to see and recognize in u !

Be well , be gone,  be alone , u true maker and creator of the truth , true only to u alone .

Sly as the boy who cried wolf ,  alone when the wolf attacks.

Still wondering why no has come to his aid.

Believing in his own brand of truth , even while his blood has begun to seep into the soil .

He dies crying "wolf "  " wolf "  ...

not ready to admit that he alone is his own worst  enemy , he being the "wolf within " .

galus

The Bullets of Golus

A bullet of golus has broken a family
A bullet of golus has taken a life

Sometimes the bullet is the size of a rocket
Sometimes the bullet is the size of a rock

The bullet of golus shot by two young thugs
The bullet of golus shot by "random" accident

They say every bullet has that persons name on it
They say even in war the bullet has an adress

Golus has been our adress for two thousand years

Golus is the pain we feel everyday in "nature"

Why we ask, do "random " acts of violence occur?

Why we ask is there a "need" in golus for "senseless" death ?

Golus golus golus golus it almost sounds like
Tzoros tzoros tzoros tzoros

We as yidden we as chassidim we as "kinder fun rebben" bh

We feel the golus ....

Every yid feels the golus
Everyone has tzoros rl

But a chabadnik feels the golus
Aih He takka feels the golus

Do you know why?
Do you know why?

Because he knows it does not need to be this way.
Because he knows there does not need to be a golus!


Aih Tatta it does not need to be this way
Aih Tatta no one wants  golus 
Not You Not Us .

Nu

Tatta

Dalu golus dalu golus dalu golus !!!

Enough! Genuk shien. Genuk golus

Ibar de mos more then enough!

enough pain!
enough death!
enough tzorus!

Enough golus !

a lubavitch bendel

  Playing games with life .....here is one of them rl.    :)When I stood before the Rebbe everything was right. .... All the problems I thought I had ....went away or became good. (Fixed ). Unfortunately at times we where to busy recording , teaching, writing ,explaining  his words at best, we did not have time to learn it and live (them-it).  Now unfortunately, without being able yet to stand in front of his physical apparent presence , In retrospect we now see we  must  live it forward. .. All who once stood before the Rebbe have very much to give, not only the sicha ,niggun , story , mammer , moments but something in a way even more. "The more"  ; is  the "chassidic juice"-  The "blood and mud" of lubavitch , the "chassidishe lachluchis" - the "biendel" - "bone"  from which a whole chosid is born- made ( the luz ).  A branch taken for dry wood to burn gives birth again to green.... The chassid taken for dead comes alive again with the " c
-juice "
running through his veins.   Aaah ! what we need is a "chossid" ! A  living example of  (true) chassidus - a "chassid"  that is the antidote to all this extreme disease. A chossid with "street smarts" and chassidus , who fought many battles in holy and unholy places and   yet keeps trying , soldiering onward .  A  silent spirit strong and yet weak , tired and yet untired  , no fool ,  wise but still learning and listening.  Yes.        That "prehistoric chassid" that we thought we did not need ever again  ,  we  left him back in nevel , samarkand and tashkent. We said and thought in those "golden days" in 770.   Who needs an "old chassid now" ?  : We have... Rebbe - We have... Shlichus ....We have ....Moshiach....We have Yechi !   Oih...elter chassid ...r mendel.....r berka ....r  shmuel dovid ....r.  We are u now!? .....We need you now more then ever! Who will explain the "younger- generation" what they cannot get online .
To explain how to "get it
right" without  "blitus" ... No "chitzonus" with  "ahava atzmis" to Hashem - Torah - Rebbe - Each other ....Aih (more words)  "hiskashrus"..... "avodo" "trachtin gut " but...."Nisht narin zich".....vchulu....."Older chossid" Aiyeko? "Vu bist du?  : where are you now?  The bitter pill:  "Yunger Liet".....you who are the "sandwich generation chassid". Not to old and not to young.   If you once stood before the Rebbe, where ever that may be ; fabrengan , dollars , sicha, "unter di banck (bench).."  you are the older chossid of today; you must( and will in the end) " give it over onward" to the " younger (next) generation" who did not see......u better belive u got what it takes to give... because our "chassidic blood" is bleeding and there are not yet any ; r mendel- peretz -nissim- bereka- sholomo chaim- shumel dovid-  vchulu to hold ur hand , squeeze it  :) and smile and then  say with varmkait.  "nisht kosha es vet zien gut"....."de rebbe
vet unz ois
shleppan fun de blota...." Lieder " it looks like the Rebbe wants " az mizol  alain arus shleeeeppan zich fun de blot....." Aih ...."Dalu golus " siz bittar "! *...*

The Letter "F"

When you see the letter “F” , what do you think….



First –Finish?



Does it make you Famished or do you think you Full?



Do you think you are a Failure or do you think of the Future



Is it Fun being with you or are you just too Full of yourself.



Are your Funds low but you still have money for Food- thank G-d!



Are people around you Fake or is it you who try to pull a Fink o them?



Whether people around you are Fast and lead or to slow and Follow.



Just think….before you judge another person to Fastidiously

Or you will end up being a Fool.



Focus on what you wish to say and Form proper words before they are spoken



Do not let feelings get in the way of the Facts as they unfolded.





All in all be careful lest you Fall Flat on you Face and need Hashem to pick u up of the floor.



Know He is infinite and your are Finite..



Do not be sad if ur sins are Fat, G-d Forgives and so should u , Forget the past injustice done to u and go Forward.



Whether dealing with a Friend or Foe, just remember nothing last Forever only a Favor done for another.



Fate is in G-d’s hand put if we are Fair is in ours.



Never say Farewell For you never know what you will need to one day Fetch.



A Fever is not everlasting but good Fancy can get you Further than a Un-Fair price.



Stay away from sticky Fingers or you will run a Foul.



Better to Fold the laundry then to leave the Fold.



Put out the Fire before it spreads and you will have

home instead of just a Folding bed.



do not worry if you get an "F" on you test it is better

than Falsehood and an A on the grade.



alright Bye, thats it it time to go "Farblunget".

the lone bird

as i drive down the road I look up and see a lone bird flying,

alone high in the blue clear sky.


where are its friends? what is its destination and destiny?


its wings flap in the wind and it glides back and forth,

crossing above me from side to side.


one moment on this side of the road, a moment later on the other side.


as the road turns, I look away for a moment and back again, and you are not there.


i wonder and worry where have you gone.


yet I look up again, searching and there you are once more.


what is you goal and who you are, most likely i will never know.


and most certain you know not that i have been watching you fly.


yet even as my car drives on, but for these few moments in time

you have inspired me to look up and to think of going beyond.


though i am now in the safety of my home, in my mind you are still flying in the sky

gliding high in the wind, a message to me to remember and keep.

A tree grows in Brooklyn

a tree grows in Brooklyn by the window of my synagogue.


i look out the window standing by my place inside the synagogue and watch with it

the sun set on another Friday to usher in the shabbat that is now approaching.


the stillness of time passing by it as it stand by the window is only matched by its stiff

branches as it is indifferently whether it is a shabbat that now begins or shabbat that now

comes to an end though it witness both those events.


to me when the darkness of Friday night has come with it the light of the shabbat day has arrived.

to my tree all it is another wind that that blows and a light upon it leaves for a shadow to

fall. on sunrise to its west and at sunset to its east.


my tree in Brooklyn leaves blow with the change of every season and its trunk grows tall

with the passing of another year. as i , it grows old with the passage of time and the events that it has seen.

though i think of it, to most that pass it by it remains just an oak or perhaps maple tree on the street not to notice at all

do they stop and think what this tree means or even bother to see if it is even there at all.

yet to me it is where it was first planted on the side walk of our street, right under the

sign of our synagogue CIKB and still stands there to this very day and joins me every time i pray.

Detox the Heart

Adam and Eve have eaten from the forbidden fruit. the poison has entered the heart.

jealousy, anger and hate have spread in all the limbs.


the blood that courses through the veins that is meant to bring unity now spreads

discord and uncertainty to all the limbs.


there is a need for healing. for the heart to cleanse itself from all its ills

and spread new blood amongst the bodies limbs.


now is the time to open the heart to the antidote it needs and must receive.

to detox the baseless hate and doubt that has filled us all.

it is in the talk, the walk, the negative interest in another's life and ones own.


the medicine is to pull your self inward and clean the heart.

it is waiting for the simplicity and purity and certainty u have in ur self.


all it takes is to step aside of ones ego ; to allow to uncover the soul, ur soul- mind and

knowledge of what you know to be right to enter in and just begin;

the healing of the heart .........the heart to heal.

fabrenta chosid- a burnt out chossid

fabrenta chosid- a burnt out chossid


i am too old to start again but not old enough, to not want to..,

to old to listen to eighth day but not old enough to hear dvekus chabad all day.



the "atzabim" sadness is from the idols of "gold" and 'silver"

love and fear of g-d ..."masa yida adom".....made by a human being- " chossid'



while davening "bavoda" and imagining he achieved a true service of hashem.

only to realize he set himself up for a fall.



"peh lhem" "mouths they have that speak chasidus:....but it is " lo yidaberu" ..

gornisht gezogt....nothing said...



'anaim lhom"...eyes they have.. but do not see" what they are and or the lesson and

hashgocho in each thing...


"aznnaim"..."ears they have....... but do not hear".....what they themselves are preaching..



a burnt out chossid too old to change, not old enough that it does not matter any more.

old enough to remember but not young enough to work on believing again....


haven fallen to many times to believe that just more time will make it work ,yet

to old to stop mechanically trying once again..Ulai--Efsher....maybe try just one more time keeps ringing in the head...

but the reality is :

ach lelokim.....domi nefshi....all i can do is silent my soul and look " lellokim...

to Hashem but yet hope that midos hadin; Elokim will become Rachamim...

a sparkle of light

what happens to the sparkle of light that reflects,




from the top curve of a wave which twinkles and shines and then disappears when the sun light or wave has moved on?



what happens to the shadow stretched across the ground once the sun has set?



does the tree care which way its branches are bent?



is the light bulb bothered to know into which socket it will be turned into and event or room it will illuminate?




what happens to the efforts put into a project that is not blessed yet or ever with success?



Or to years gone by and with no measure of them passing or act to record the time spent or to what it went ?



where does the laugh of the laughter go once the laughing is done?




there is no accident , even the direction the leaf turns when blown,



by the wind or which breath of wind blows that specific leaf that too is exact.



no event whether "meaningless" or not is forgotten or spent.



even the redness of the cheek gone flush and now gone when the shame is over.



The shine upon the skin of the sinners from sweat now dry when their energy has left,



or the clothing of the "chosid" drenched in sweat after a simchos torah "tanse" now rumpled and hanging on for dear life on a 770 bench....



To G-d all matters and exist forever in the present tense....



Only He can interpret each event , yet man's gift is his ability to "change" what



view Hashem will see in each of these occurrences when the time comes for each of them to be explained, weighed and paid.

Points of darkness

Points of darkness

i am at my point of darkness, the ebb and flow of light has ceased and

cannot find ( reach) this ( my place) place.

there is no reason or emotion to fight nor to even flight.

the inside says : "give in" .."why put up a fight".."let's for-go the struggle"...

"just give in...and go"...

with resolve that is not yours and with strength u know not from where............you hold on.

you know not why , for to you, it is but a line drawn in the sand.

perhaps, you try to convince yourself....

the point of darkness is really the other side of light...

it is like a two sided coin.

on one side darkness, and on the other side light.

the point of its user, is to examine the state of being and compels to emerge from it

and to live on.

does the point of darkness serves as a light to illuminate what we are and what we seek?

is it a brighter shine then ordinary light that seems to blind, but really brings hope and a greater understanding of the life we live?

for in the end by force and not for reasons understood by us or power of our own,

we are still a here and alive .

even more ....still trying to live like a jew in this world,

the trip ( ben hamitzarim )

the trip.


sitting in my car on the way to the trip...

we pulled out of the drive way and my kids ask..."are we there yet"..."no" .. i say " not yet".

we turn the corner and stop at the red lite...

again the call, i hear said...."are we there yet"?

no not yet" i say..."soon...soon...give it a rest.

and so it goes on the hour, the children ask " are we there yet"?

until we arrive to the end of the drive...at last, time to get out and unpack.

in retrospect.. i reflect and ask hashem...

if the heaven is home and the soul is sent forth to accomplish it goal.


hour after hour, year after year,

the soul travels to bring about a dwelling place below for the above.


yet i must wonder and proclaim.."rebono shel olam"-"are we there yet"?

year after year event after event;

slaves in Egypt, destruction of temples: are we there yet?

burning of Torah books and wagons of Talmud; are we there yet?

martyrs tortured and we thought it was enough: are we there yet?


and so the painful journey continues...exile after exile...

blood libels, crusades, expulsion, slaves, Inquisitions; are we there yet...


and then Holocaust and six plus million more into the cremate...

we implore once again; are we there yet?

a gift is given, to the holy land we return, yet even there
Jewish blood flows r'l as the face of evil wears a kefia and a dagger.

yet that was not enough.....

the golus has entered our heart and our mind. our homes and

our very way of life.

confusion, despair, darkness mistaken for light.

hashem! are we there yet?

hashem's silence as a reply does not seem to answer our cry,

nor is it one that seems to reach our ears and eyes.

hence we still call out and will not stop.

we ask again and again, even demand : " are we there yet"?

are we there yet? are we there yet?!

He hears, the Torah says and answers our every prayer,
but not in ways that are understood to us.

yet Oh Hashem answer our cry, let this long golus journey come to an end.

say yes Hashem, please park this golus car. pull into the drive way of your home, say that the trip has come to a successful end. allow us oh g-d to unpack the luggage of our accomplishments and success.

allow us to fill up you holy home and temple abode with the mitzvah and good deeds we have done in fulfillment of Your will.

say loud and clear for us all to be able to hear and see,

say; yes kindelach we are finally home.

here we will be and here we sill stay.

never more will we need to go away.
the journey is done and we the mission won.