Where Impurity Cannot Go 🌀 (Original)

The wicked talons of impurity clutch my tongue, fingers, skin, hair and mind, 

Squeezing their forms towards servile conformity, and death. 

They’ve been there so long,  

It almost feels as though they are some kind of foundation, a necessity. 

Pillars raising and empowering the heights of desire, 

Causing chase after endless cycles, remote in space and time. 

Someways, they seem to lead me.  

But if this is so, why do they change over time? 

Like holding water in your hand, vessels never fulfilled,  

So impurity demands more and more, a greater flow. 

Is nothing beautiful, high enough, or good enough, that we must go the other way? 

You wish to be quenched, you foolish wretchedness?! 

He will quench you… 

And that you be burned away by the specific combinations that you fear, 

That you be cast aside like the weakness that you really are… 

I will quench you by 40 se’ah of living water. 

Once, 

Ten times, 

One hundred… 

Drown, you wicked impurity… 

(Consuming a Lemon, Holding Water, Qumran Mikveh, Hand Washing)

(Original from the Kotel Washroom)

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• Constructing a Vision
• The Good King
• How G-d Hides?
• Some Greater Signs of Our Times
• Some Lesser Signs of Our Times
• Midnight Correction
• Mankind, Fractal of the Trees
• Still Afloat
• The Honey in the Pain
• Little Reminders, Big...
• The Other Side
• Wet Soil
• Glitches in the Blueprint of Our Universe
• Triggers Triggered 
• What Was It All For?
• Marshalled Mentality
• To The Corrupt... 
• Elevation Mutation
• Alliteration Analysis
• Weight of Words 

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