Tashlic

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           It is time... 
     to go to the Water...

Sustainer of all life, place of Transformation...
which flows through the earth, through your body, 
Renewer, Restorer... 

And there, at water's side, 
  you call once again upon the name of God, 
    HaYotzeir, Shaper of this Universe...

 

 

HaYotzeir, You Who speaks all into being...
  You teach, Go, learn from the water...
    for she holds lessons you need...

You Who imaged us at the Beginning...
  You teach, Go to the water...

 Toss in crumbs...casting off deeds which diminish you...
      Bend low...watch the fish rise to feed,
        who sometimes are caught...
  just as you become snared, trapped, consumed, in the nets of life...
     nets you weave for yourself.

kathy-taslic-waves-1HaYotzeir, You Who shape the earth and her wonders...
    You teach, Go and learn from the water...

For she contains within her remnants of primeval floods, waters of chaos,
     mirroring the layers you hold within yourself.
  That rise and swell, rise and swell, forces of shadow that struggle to dim
       the forces of light.
 And You urge me this day...
    to claim the light...

 

 

HaYotzeir, You Who whisper secrets into the universe...
   You teach, Go and learn from the water... 
     for she fills you and you reflect her...

Go to the water which lives, You say...
  which are replenished by rain, which flow to the ocean,
  which shift in the wind.
Go, see her movement...
   for staying in one place without replenishment bears
     stagnation, slow death... 

You too need move, be added to, change, transform,
  to like her,
    remain fluid.

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HaYotzeir, You Who dreams the universe alive,
   You Who fashions marvels,
     You teach, Go and learn from the water...

For just as the waves dance with the shore and are drawn by the moon's beckoning,
     so too do you dance with spirit,
      drawn by the Holy...

 

 

 

 

 

So I come to water's edge and cast away that which weighs me down,
  releasing it to the water...
    which will carry it away.

That I might leave the shore lighter, cleansed,
  kissed,
   by water's lips. 

A step close to You, HaYotzeir,
  Who gave me breath... 
     Who gives me life.

 


Photography Credits

Kathy Berendt