Kabbalists Receive Light in Autumn

Mechanisms of Rectified Influence

Tell the Story backwards:

In Spring the mysteries
of Autumn reveal themselves
the way Kabbalists follow light
backwards through Worlds
of salt and bone, through goosebumps
and trembling, wiggling
towards the source
of souls, the flash unfolding

in a Beginning.

My mother buried my inheritance
deep in my neuroses. She was a Holy
Broken Woman with a lot of clout
in the World to Come; surely,
at the root of herself, she was
Pessa Brahna Ha Kohelet, patient and forgiving
Earth Mother Priestess, slipping
me gifts of wisdom.

I unravel
the dark knots of habit
to reveal pathways of traveling light.

Any vessel can contain and communicate light.

My sister says nothing has changed.
“That’s your story.”

Kabbalists chart the journey of the 42 letter Name
towards this world, Aleph unfolds into Yud,
Yud into Gimel, and so on. No one knows how.

The impression she left
becomes the vessel for the story
she tells backwards, through me.

Wherever Autumn finds her,
she unpacks me like Spring.