Your soul unfurls her petals
opening wider and wider


Eating dairy foods, color of the Moon, bearer of knowledge,
you go back to the first food that sustained you,
remember that primal closeness, innocence...

You gather fragrant roses, and begin your pilgrimage, walk of faith,
bearing the fruits of your field, of your being, as offerings, and call
HaKodesh, Holy One


You Who see the Holy in me.



I am ready
  to stand now with You.

Garbed in light,
I am decked with roses. 



I join my ancestors at the foot of the Mountain.

It too is touched with light, aflame, kindled,
the sacred places, waiting.



Each year I return to this spot in the desert.
    Each year we meet here again.

Each year more of myself emerges.
     I shed more husks, pass through more gates.

Each year more of me is present.





So I come anew.

To join with You...
   as healers of creation.

To practice
   the art of loving-kindness.

To be practitioners
   of ways of light.



Once more
   I betroth myself to You...
     with righteousness and with justice,
        with loving kindness and with compassion,
           with faithfulness.

I am Your precious one, and
   You are my Beloved.




Photography Credits

First photograph: Kathy Berendt
Second, third and fifth photograph: Leonid Rozenfeld
Fourth photograph: Vicki Hollander