Friday, January 6, 2012

And in the atmosphere...

there was the unmistakable essence of camaraderie...
just a mere suggestion of  simpatico....
of empathy..
And for those few moments, her world stood still...
silent....
and the  ever-twirling and whirling and overwhelming debris...
actually seemed to disappear....
"In its place?", you ask ?
Green tundra....
organic....solid....consistent....
a veritable football field of green....
a HEALING GREEN....
life force....
And she thought.....for just a second.....
that she heard the sound of a woman 'chanting'....
accompanied by a HARP.....
Chanting beautifully....eerily even...
But all she could really see....
 was the green of the field....
Suddenly !!!!
there appeared a Basket of some sort....
on a table covered with a WHITE cloth....
In the basket....
a POMEGRANATE....
the mystical symbol of FERTILITY....
The harp became louder....GORGEOUS MUSIC.....beckoning...
and then she awakened.....
just in time to prepare for Shabbat......

IS IT ALL RELATIVE ?

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