TIKKUN LEIL SHAVUOT: STANDING ALL NIGHT AT SINAI

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"faded flowers...face of a young woman on the banks of the Jordan...old man with broken back hauling sticks & dry wood toward the hills...the darkening heavens as the valley flooded & fires burning on the high places-the word of God-laughing brooks & giggling children, singing birds, the barking of a dog...At midnight heavy rains...smoke of the candle & sweat of the vigil heat-she spoke of suffering holding in her hand the globe of the world & drawing round her shoulders the heavy shawl of the Great Shekhina-black as night & speckeled blue & red with stars...she spoke of the burden of Woman and the burden of Man & we lay down & slept -deep with ghosts- sharing the fire, the warmth, & the shelter. When lightning struck the old red barn we prayed for mercy-in our dreams everything was burning...beside the river we met an angel whose face was red hot & whose sturdy body was draped in scarlet-her great wings ashen & folded ragged against her back. We wept as we saw her in exaustion bowing down to draw water & our tears brought rain...Hearing the first bird cries of dawn I awoke in a deluge of persperation-the walls & ceiling running with dew & a fog rolling thru the open door..."


-EW
Impressions & fragments of a dream while traveling June 1992

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