Waterfalls Gushing But Dams[els] Holding Back the Floods

Avoidance, deep set unwaivering contentedness: Moses was raised in an Egyptian home and adopted by non-Jews who paid his real birth mother wages to care for Moses throughout his entire childhood, God talked only to Moses. Then She opened her mouth with loud sweet soprano singing, cold fingers, no blood circulating, low body temperatures, fasted on 10 Tevet, perfect low blood pressure, actively seeking warmer heated stimulation, sweaters, woman of valor not knitting, buying golden garments, priestly garments. Waking up in the morning with a brain, going back to intellectual activities, not seeking anymore, sought and found. Computer access, all one needs is the Internet, and a thinking but gently hydrated brain and body, water flowing in bits and pieces, not gushing, no tidal waves to drown me, sitting back and relaxing, then thinking again, avoiding mouthing the wrong trumpets, avoiding mouthing trumpets at all: pianos with soprano notes and bass notes, voices, speeches, then no more frustration, my job has been learning Torah, winning the lottery again, and again and again.

Checking out whiteness, pure cold snow whiteness and needing no mikvah, mikvah splashing is for the involved, no throbbing penetrations here, imaginations igniting sparks, but no frustrations, needs all being met, water flowing, then looking to Miriam's Well after being in a thunderstorm, lightening hits for a moment but always misses me, never getting burned, away from direct sunlight, shaded but not by Jonah's gourd. Favorite plants, poignant flowers I see everyday, wildflowers but tamed, parks, fields and more fields, flying pure white screeching Levite seagulls soaring in freedom over flowers and dark deep green lagoons. No one brings me flowers anymore, needing no apologies, no fighting, stepping outside in a field of wildflowers, needing no flower deliveries. No needs, enjoying the moment, learning mathematics, poetic math,  consistent contact with figure eights, eight becoming ten without a minyan, Kaddishes becoming Kiddushes, not mourning, awaking early in the morning to think again.

Laughing and giggling, reassuring, letting them know even the strong need a rest, even the lions need to stop roaring, nighttime comes and beds that are made become unmade, needing no maids, but she is there when I need her.

Contentedness through brain activity, healthy circulations, contented to just sit and look around smile and giggle, then the lion wakes up, the sleeping dog no longer lies, and again there is action, all day long. Longing for another day like this one. Tomorrow again, I prophesy, it will be another good day.