Revealing the Hidden

In innocence and fun

we put on masks,

so that we may reveal

who we really are.

Who would know?

Who could tell

that hiddenness reveals

that which revelation

has not yet shown;

where layers of veils

cannot hide

that which desires to be known.

And now,

as the rejoicing begins,

I become drunk

on God (and a lot of wine)

a fine time

to face oneself

eye to eye,

one on one,

in the mirror

of time -

which has now flown

away.

Staring for a moment

into the abyss

and the void -

and

then,

over the bridge

a bird

circles

slowly above.

Lifting my eyes:

and soon

I am

on

the other side...

May we all have a joyous Purim and wonderfully peaceful Shabbat!