Artwork by Daniel Kabakoff
This world of difference and separation
That sunders seen from heard, and soul from soul,
And heaven from earth, ever since the serpent stole
That sweetness that was keynote of creation,
Ceased, at the word “Anokhi,”* to unroll.
The universe was all one eye-and-ear.
Nothing there was that did not love-and-fear
The Lord, Maker and Knower of the whole,
And promise to His statutes to adhere.
And though the shell has thickened and grown back
Around that core commitment, and most lack
Some fervor, still enough shines through to steer
Observance, save in those who’ve lost the track,
Whose hearts, to admit the light again, must crack.