בס״ד
Vayikra
Is there really a need for fragrant smoke
Or the aroma of consecrated wine
To rise from the mizbeach?
Is He not here with us, in an unseeable realm
Not far or distant, occupying
Our same wisp of illusory space?
No reason for a re’ach ni’choach to ascend
Because there is no above and below
Only a gossamer curtain of perception.
Yet His nachas ruach swells as we
Tenderly offer those precious gifts
Allotted us in each ephemeral moment.
The aroma is rather for us to imbibe
Anointing each giving heart
This is the re’ach He savors.
We inhabit His presence, and He ours
Search carefully, with closed eyes
And listen for Him, in the falling of a tear.
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