Impulse

furiously alive, pouring into life
released lishmo
a driven cacophony, a roaring host of orot into keilim
a multitude of jumbled sparks flowing together
fashioning and perfecting, a kneading dew of truth
pivoting wavelets of night dancing down the light
as one unique note
beholding
bound together, yet blooming from the action
like an ibbur of resurrection
stringing kuzu bemukhsaz kuzu
darkly brilliant, the most gentle impulse
moving through it