How To Hear Your Soul

Never before -as a watcher of the rising and setting sun – as an amateur photographer with thousands of (well, I think) beautiful sunset and sunrises – did I see.

Did I see, a mist on today’s, first day

The day in which the heat of the past, transforms into the mist, heralding the fall

You see today – I could not see, its fiery orange and red sphere – today, I, as by a beach, a haze… and behind it all, was a small tiny candle

And it got me thinking

For according to the Kabbalists, Moshiach is about to come, when the sun and the mist merge, when the sun and the moon kiss, when heaven and earth dance, is there a language that the soul, not the eyes, not the ears, not the finger, but the heart

As the first Chabad Rebbe said: Music is the pen of the soul

Trapped into a physical body, inundated with over 400,000,000,000 bytes of data per second – can you hear