Michael Mathias: (10) The Tree of Kabbalah - The Kiss (from The Cosmic Soul and the World Tree)

I see each life we lived pass before us
Ascending lifted sequences of Light
Up to the Stage Manager
Lifting our lives to the rhapsody of His Presence.

Do you not see
The cup of Wine you gave me
Rises out of its grave to follow Him?

As I kiss you
Water burns into Sunlight.
Knuckles contract and expand
Tomorrow ovens open
Their black mouths for us
But tonight we are married, pulse on pulse,
We quiver out of the blood Of His Arteries
We shiver out of the blood of His Wine.

1

The cock's head wrenched by a Rabbi Wails and bleeds.
Even as I love,
You leave and wrench
Its twisted neck
Mangles a prayer and cries,

"Three thousand years of flayed flesh."
I am praying, I am crying.
The pain speaks before the day of Atonement.
Even as I love you leave me.
"Why do you shred my heart, 0 Israel?"
"You make me mixture of outlaw, leper, and pariah."

2

Look, You cut a hole in the doorway.
The Ladder reaches from earth to sky
But through the Hole of the first stepway, Light drinks us.
We disappear as we release into the Eye of God.

All the lower spirits unite with the spirit of this Palace
In the Kiss of Love.

I see Moses who dies in love
And with the Kiss of God on His Lips.

3

The New Jerusalem
Synagogue of Nations
Once having met his Father
Aeneas returned to children,
Loving the colors of the rainbow
In each face a color of the Eye of God.

The Song of the Bird
Arises from the burning heart
Wings of Fire returning to Jerusalem,
In Kether, the Crown
Of the Bird's Urge for Logos,
The Creative Word
To speak it forth
Wombling in Space
God sings to us,
In twentieth century, again, to us,
His children.

Song of Fire
Song of Jerusalem,
God is without
God within us sings
Breaking the mirror.

All my teachers have died!

Signalling
The teacher within
Awakes.
Aeneas studies the Universe.

If the role of teacher
Had been taken from him,
It was to know God, His Father,
To teach from the Heart of God
As his own infinite Awakener,

Each moment a classroom
One to one
Under widening sky
Finding names for the Unnamable.

4

City of prayers
The synagogues sing to you
Above the graves they build upon
Four Worlds burst from Your Names.

In the city You gave me a new name
And though my teachers had died
You named me student again
And put a new Word in my mouth.

Roots of the city
Reach beneath the pavements of Silence,

And the buildings I inhabit

Speak of the Silence.
Stones disappear as I walk forth,
Often I return to the Silence to look in the Mirror
Words shatter the glass.
I bring back the Image
Before words began.

The Image of His Face
Forbidden,
Can never be trapped in Time.

His Face shatters
The Eye of Consciousness.

3

City of Jerusalem
Your halls burst into Light
Cactus blooms into stars

Bones swirl up into Ladders
The dead continue their climb
Through the living,
The Rabbis bless the moon
Their prayers wildly fly

"Teach the children
not to be oppressed by the Torah Scroll'
It is not a body;
not the dead corpse of Abraham,
but a bird winging out of the Tree.

The Tree Itself is in flight.
See, the Tree inverts in flight
Its roots seeking the Sky.
The children huddle under its bark
"Why are their eyes so sad?"
Do they not hear God's Song?
Do they not witness
The Rabbis blessing the moon?

4.

Rubber tires disperse
Swans in their lakeland psalmody
But not the swan's snowbacked melody,

Crimson feathers
Record the bark of tires
Where they bled their wings,
The tree, the tent, the well, the sheep, the stone,
Recorded, in the scarpoints of their wings.

5

Tree of the Kaballah

The Word came out of the Silence
Dynamic Word was filled with the Breath,
the Ruach of G-d
Speaking through the Elohim.

6

The Shekinah

O Bride of Israel
Now descending as we light the Sabbath candles
The Tree within us
Speaks to You
Through the Silence of the leaves.

I have waited for you every Sabbath
To descend down into my house
Down into the breathing centers of the Flame
Making our speaking Eternal,
Measureless.

The leaves tell me of your Mother-Love.

The call of birds was His
From the very beginning.
He had bird's nests in His Hair.
Call of birds was his from the beginning of light.
The flight was always toward the Kiss of God.

O Songbird,
How did you find me there?
Why my body was like a planet riding away
From the Sun of my center.
And every movement of thought was toward The Kiss.
A thousand creations began The Kiss of God.

Copyright (C) Michael Mathias, Collected Works, 1993-2005

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