In the silence

In the silence And the emptiness Where the religious fear to enter Where words no longer carry meaning Where meaning and absurdity merge In this space Of double entendres Incarnation is just a theologically loaded term And finally the divine and human within are indistinguishable And whether the tzimstum is to be read as real or not And whether it ever made any difference Over two centuries of internecine battle As if allegory, metaphor or metymony made any Bloody difference to the world outside the ivory tower Of Talmudics.

In this post post space Of emptiness I wait for something To bubble up Something real and felt

In the gut.

I stop everything Dead in the tracks No more ritual without inner feeling No more blabbering To the power above Genuflecting words of praise As the mind chatters on simultaneously And the monkey and the kritik battle away in the head.

This moratorium of heresy This absence of the frantic daily quota of texts The blackout of words of cleverness and exegesis Leaves me dizzy.

So I wait For the first experience of the belly emptied Of cultural-religious stuff.ďťż