Shalekhet (Fallen Leaves) שַׁלֶּכֶתA sacred space, a place to be, An escape from the summer heatOur souls sit among the cloudsWatching the stars igniteTwinkling, sparkling, gleamingLike shiny pieces of broken dreamsCalling upon the elementsTo bring us a season of wholenessAs leaves of orange, red and goldDrift down from branchesThat will soon be as starkAs the winter’s sleepThe …
54 Portions (Soul Talk) 