Transformation: Sitting in the Secret of the Highest
This poem came to me a few weeks ago while on retreat with my teacher Shefa Gold. After chanting Yoshayv b’sayter Elyon, b’tzayl Shadai yitlonan (Whoever sits in the secret of the Highest will abide in the shade of Shaddai (Psalm 91:1)), Shefa invited us to enter into a place of protection and nurturance. This is where I entered. You can listen to the chant by clicking on the words above.
in a chrysalis
falling apart
disintegrating
letting go
i am lost
no finding
no fixing
breathing in the Great Mystery
here i am
הנני Hineni
safe and salty
fresh and formless and void
I have been sacrificed. The מאכלת (knife) cut me through , dissolved me.
No ram in my place. I am the sacrifice.
One day, I shall fly