In all change and growth, say the masters, the mysterious ayin is present.
Rabbi Arthur Green
In my humility, I asked for nothing.
You gave me nothing
and nothing I did receive.
Why do I complain?
Because nothing is empty…
and nothing remains still…
and now even You are nothing
In heartache I plead:
in dreariness, I anticipate
lovelorn but loveless ways of my heart.
My wearisome eyes are suffering drought.
I am silent now toward the nothing
You became for me.
My silence is wretched, interpret
how you may.
I sleep on thorns I capture.
I devise worms in my soul,
and I seek freedom in illusions.
Lord, I am Hell and You are