It is understanding, the thing that brushes the infinite. It is context. Intuitive and contemplative.
A Palace of Mirrors.
All things, in all forms, under all light, are given shape. Under this axiom, potentiality falls away. A Song must begin, Thunder must crash from above, the Sun must rise (All from potential.)If existence blossoms in a Palace of Mirrors, the Light cast there is called Binah.
So sublime, incomprehensible, unknowable. The infinite, the stream from which Ein Soph is channeled. Pure consciousness, beyond all, timeless. The opening, a singularity from which the Sephirot are created.
A silver rim, adorned with a single drop of pure light dancing to an unknowable rhythm. It thrums in the dark and a melody pours from it, slow and out of Time.
Chohkmah is faith and premeditation turned to stone. Potentiality's demise and purpose. The first step out of the mystery of Ein Soph to awareness.
First steps, like first love, require commitment to things you cannot know. The requisite faith to leap into the chasm without even the certainty of death, or the hope of flight. Chohkmah is not the step, Chohkmah is the ephemeral decision dissolving into action. Chohkmah is the first light of reality. Open your eyes young one.
The left hand of Ein Soph. The harsh Judge and curator of action.
As the forceful left hand, Gevurah must temper the dreams of existence with harsh protocol. Ever steadying the wings of migrant hearts to ensure the journey.
-etched on the crypt of a local Constable
Tiferet is not the sum of parts but the clear reflection of a faceted gem. Form must have dimension and it is Tiferet who coats it in definition.
It is true, to look upon the countenance of Tiferet is to know many faces. Such is also, to know the thread within the rope.
Tiferet wears a crown comprised of the fingers from the many hands of Ein Soph, whose many efforts goad existence from the dark. They scribble their will onto the face of Tiferet, forming the features and expression of creation. Tiferet knows love and justice from the great Legs of Ein Soph, Gevurah and Hesed. Tiferet is intuitively present and steeped in wisdom, by Binah and Chohkmah. Knows glory and its cost, by the balance of Netzah and Hod. All that is unseen, be the face of Tiferet.
As the Sephirot are, so too is Tiferet. A chorus of many, a song of multitude, a dream with many dreamers.
Simply love, kindness and understanding. The Sephirot that repairs the world with gentle embrace.
Forlorn, compulsory, like a deep river or a dispute calmed by touch and remembrance. Like undine tears, that don't fall, they cascade. Formed formless. The measure of simple and devastating things, like warm embrace, forgiven sins and Love. Ephemeral and - I beg your pardon my son, my answers are tangled in the labyrinth of your question. How does one succinctly describe the font from which kindness springs? Such is the mystery of Hesed.
-a conversation between Father and Son, overheard, under the shade of a Tree
Supreme glory. Hod's presence calls for submission, prostration and unfettered love.
Hod's glory veils even the Sun.It is said, in some parts, the Sun's rays only shine in the space left behind by Hod's radiance. The Sun existing only in deference and awe. Splendor submits to Hod and beauty fails before Hod. The sky withers and retracts and all that can remain without Hod languishes in mediocrity. Yes, Hod is greatness, but the price of knowing such brilliance is the sundering of one's own 'self'. Why should we bother to know our own visage or to look even at the Sun while we choose to remain so ignorant of what Hod is? It is all darkness by comparison...
-ramblings of a blind stowaway when the Captain asked his identity.
art by Peter Mohrbacher
art by Eli Minaya
Foundation. The bedrock beneath existence. The fertile soil, impregnated by moonlight.
Light dances atop the earth. Where it touches, cinder-soft turf is upturned and exposes this planet to the Sephirot. At midnight a precious conversation takes place between Malkuth and Yesod under the gaze of a hooded moon and we are the words. Our story continues to scrawl itself across the world, forever.
-a creation myth
art by Peter Mohrbacher
art by Eli Minaya
Netzah is brilliant and withstanding. Netzah is trial and the exaltation of endurance.
Beneath this stone, I am Glory. Tension and suffering pushing me down and burying my face in the muck.
But even then, I am sweet fire ablaze the torch, burning in the abstractions between agony and patience.
-a mantra of Netzah
The Earthly, the lowest of all the Sephirot and most grounded in comprehension.
"There is a mighty Tree and at the root of it, there is a Kingdom. So much light emanates from beyond the leaves above it. We live in the shadows of those leaves and that is how we know Malkuth."