Tuesday, June 22, 2010

RE: Grapes Flowing on a Grassy Patch


Thinking, thinking, thinking.

The mind never stops, which is weird, cuz I thought it did.
It sort of triggers the heart (or was it triggered BY the heart?)
and everything is wild in the calmest way possible.
It's the most pleasant, discomforting thing.
It follows me even when I don't follow it.
Thinking.
Over before it started, started when it's over.
Thinking, thinking, thinking.

Will I ever be the grape, flowing on a grassy patch?


The Baal Shem Tov's teachings are my oxygen.


2 comments:

the sabra said...

I'm very grateful to the Eibershter for helping me write this.

the sabra said...

Clever post, indeed.