A Poem for Parsha Bereshit
SHE SAW BENEATH THE REFLECTION
***she moved through her day just like she's moved through so many days before
***no one and no thing seemed to be different or unusual today
***she walked by a window on the path and saw her reflection and stopped and she saw__
***she saw beneath the reflection that she reflects to the world she saw beneath the image that dominates her imagination she saw beneath the limitations that limit her comings and goings
***and a clock on the wall spoke to her today in a way that it had never done before and she knew now that her time and her soul now had a new motivation a new realization full of urgency and inspiration
***and every step she now took on the road of life was her first and her last never to be repeated and she would never again be defeated by the monotony because she discovered the mystery and the eternity of every breath and every sight and every thought
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