A cloud of unknowing, the divine ascent


Following the way of Jacob, Israel


Rung by rung, his handprints and mine


Mindful in the morning light


Mindless in the deepening night, and mad


I find a self I never knew


In darkness…in the deep of night


In silence, but for Ruha whispering


A forgotten name whistling in the ear


Gentle, ephemeral brushing through my hair


The wind had the number every strand


Darkness…I remember you


Descending like the shroud


Grieving in the cold, and lonely places


In the secret chamber of my heart


Covered and clouded, and washed in the rain


Buried and reborn


Darkness…I was a fool, I never knew you


Fragile…I could not bear you


Restless…I would not endure you.


There is a ladder; on a tower, atop its parapet


In a city, by a vineyard where old drunkards sleep


Lying naked beneath the sun


There is a vine, upon a trellis


Roots stretched far into the earth


In the dark cool soil that is life


There is fruit upon the vine


The apex of ascent, pluck it


Be plucked, taste of it, and change


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