More Haiku

In you is Binah’s
Cool and dark embrace, and veils
Of great secret things.

A hidden treasure
Lies between the lines of verse,
This sacred stillness.

I am the shadow
Of a great and dancing fire
That burns eternal.

Beauty knows no bounds
That poetry cannot pierce
With its blessed sounds.

We speak holy names
In an undying passage
To the undying.

The Demiurgos
Walks upon his cushion clouds
While he watches us.

God takes great pity
On the blind leading the blind,
So he shows the way.