Like flesh torn from a living body

(poem 13 of 32)

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Like flesh torn from a living body, thus my attachments have been torn
That which tears, that which hurts, that which scratches until bleeding
That which is transparent, that which is a window, that which holds an end of thread
And sends back to the center, that which is green, that which dances
That which is dug in the ground ---
But next is extricated, as a hart, as an eagle, light and clear,
To write a new chapter in the personal universe ---



Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion, http://osher.in