Friday, September 15, 2023

Birthday of the World: A Psalm for Rosh Hashanah

Today is the birthday of the world.
But the world knows nothing
of this invention.

The world just keeps moving about itself,
buzzing and humming, exulting and keening,
birthing and being born,

while the mind keeps on its own way—
form-craving, metaphor-making,
over and over, giving birth and being born.

                    Marcia Falk 







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