Wear Your Self I Shout

Love

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda

"Ashlag works with a growing sense of urgency on the task of spreading and interpreting the kabbala. He appears to give up in his attempts to influence the Zionist leadership and to lose hope in the value of political communism imposed from above. What he does propose, astonishingly, is a kind of world religion, based on altruistic social justice, in which every culture would retain its own specific religious traditions while cooperating in uprooting exploitation and poverty. " HA'ARETZ Article.

"Therefore, when one begins to work in order to bestow, and this goes against ones nature, this is called "toil". since the body (refers to ones wills and desires) opposes it, being that any movement which the body does not see that it will be use for itself, it opposes with all of its strength, and tremendous powers are needed to overcome it."

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to each reveal what is in us by together receiving until we broke. at this point we are weary and decide to move ahead, instead - wei are lost. it is here. where the concealment began to uncover (?) by hiding more carefully in identifiable ways. in, this way, we, no longer-- each, together- longingly, move.

th(es)is, is, why (?) weariness motiveates the irrigation of desires that separate us from our selfish, though never more than the ego allows us to gain, freedom. and so the plea for release becomes more important than the ego at that moment, no matter how infinitesimal the moment. the intention clearly means: movement is imminent, even when not desired.
therefore to (ere is human) pass through the calamity this brings it, the ego, sensing its fear of the surrounding illumination in the world of action and wanting to-- be, violently releases to the immediate vessel, the desire, the intention, so, in this way...a point is stumbled upon. through the concealment of this world this action of weariness procures the vanity essential to the emotional pain of sensing of inner desires for personal gain. all is vanity. this moment reveals the weariness for what it is.
the way to the light is meant for each, all' is the-many-of-one-soul longing for unity, here, amidst the lightlessness and heavy... one of many. since arriving each moves here:

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