One udder, two udders, does not matter if you stutter, sweetly singing as wind whistles through barn door shudders, flip flap, opening closing flying open and then shut, flowing with the waves of the wispy wind.
Cows alert, standing on two and then four legs, shifting from leg to leg, tails like orchestra conductors' wands swinging to and fro, tails hitting barn flies as they try to land on the cow's legs and bite their skin. Whip and smash! A dead fly to fall deader than a Dandelion after weeded.
Udders of the female sweet and gentle cow to be full and flowing with the pureness of a Mother's milk. To be a farmer and to touch these soft udders with your palms and fingers, to pull gently as you squeeze the milk out of its nipples, to make a sound like a squirt gun as it fills up a metal pail, a sound like a tin man squeaking his joints, like silver coins falling into a cup, not the cup of a beggar, a farmer who pays all his bills and is not in debt, not in the red, but instead steadily employed in his own business, not bankrupt.
No mortgages to pay, a farm house humble and a farm barn to be re-painted, a white picket fence around the yard of the bull, a bull not angry, not a warrior bullfight, instead a sated bull to impregnate his cows, small youngsters to be born, more and more milk to flow, more pails to fill, more cups.
More milk, less thirst, not water, not waste material, milk is like the sweetness of milk chocolate, milk to fill the tummies of the calves when they are born. Milk to fill our tummies, the tummies of the farmers and their families.
To be a proud farmer, to donate ten per cent of the produce of their fields to the poor. A farmer not poor and his family not poor, instead flowing in a river of this sweet cow's milk, and udders producing more and more milk.
Cottage cheese being created, a rock on top to strain the cottage cheese milk through a cheesecloth to become cheese, a mouthful of preciousness, dry cottage cheese sprinkled on top of fruit dumplings! Fruit dumplings: cheese, prune, cherry, strawberry, blueberry, you name it, it has been cooked. A sure wonderful mouthful of a treat that is a meal and a dessert all in one serving.
To lick the tips of your fingers of drips of this milk, the English word "milk" in the language of Czeskia is "mlako". Delicious MLAKO to digest! Not hungering not thirsting.
Cows who lick salt blocks, getting thirsty with the salt on their lips and inside their mouths, salt blocks persuading cows to drink more water. More water and then producing more milk. A cow who is prosperous. She is a pet in a farmer's family.
White, sweet, clean, scrumptious cow's milk. More! And more! And more!
And they all lived happily ever after.
How to have life after death, literally to have happiness after sadness. The sadness being your death and the happiness being life again after the sadness, after experiencing sadness as death.
To mourn and deeply feel a loss. To deliberately go into a state of mourning to feel this loss, to feel how it feels to be without. A self-inflicted wound like the ripping of a lion's teeth while you are wearing goat skins, Daniel to be one's mentor of surviving the death of a den of lions. Blood poured onto the jacket of Joseph, shown to his father Jacob, Joseph remained alive, his Father too. Joseph imprisoned, enslaved, falsely accused of rape. His grandiosity so threatened his family, his brothers would have nothing to do with him.
To be grandiose. What is this condition and is it a good or bad state of mind to let occur. To see the stars as your universe, and to love this universe as if it were all yours. Yours alone. To share this love with another who does not have this love, this incredibly great and awesome love, to then sicken him into a state of hate for you because you have this love, more than he, just because you can imagine it. How to stop the negative effects of grandiosity? Simply give to others.
A humungous universe maybe two thousand universes, all representing Gd's creations. A Shabbat representing rest on the seventh day [Saturday] when Gd's creating ceased, to be our day of rest too!
An imagination is an incredible gift! To imagine how Gd created thousands of universes. A lively active mind, a deeply felt personal relationship with Gd, a lofty state of grandiosity caused by a cup of coffee or two. Not to slide off Jacob's ladder, not falling off the balancing beam.
Let's toast! Toasting with morning coffee on a Friday! To feel as great as Gd, to have compassion and empathy for Gd, to know how He feels. To have a Shabbat Shalom! A DAY OF REST to be written in CAPS!! To allow yourself to feel good enough as one who is "chosen" to enjoy it all!! And to share your happiness with others so they feel it too.
We have choices. Lots of choices. We can love everything or nothing on Valentine's Day. We can narrow it down to loving only and foremost and forever, Gd. Gd as God, or G-d, or L-rd, or HASHEM, or Adonai. This narrows it down to one Gd that is the only Gd, not to love idols and
not to worship or love images. Not to create them.
Feel Gd in your body, you have a finger on the hand we bind with Tefillin that is the middle finger on your left hand, if your right is dominant. This middle finger is your marriage finger to Gd. Even without Tefillin we can remain conscious of this finger and stay faithful to Gd as our only one and Al-mighty Gd.
We do not have to participate in a holiday that is not a holy day. Hallmark holidays can be circumvented. We must pray harder, call to our Gd more often on these days. To remember our love for Gd is 365 days a year, not just to love on Valentine's Day. Go into your Torah and read, it is Gd Who wants us to love Him. Only Him. He wants us to honor our spouses, not to ever commit adultery. He never commands us to love anyone except for Him. Honoring our parents too.
The question of love, who to love, and to love unconditionally:
Gd, only, everyday of the year.
Are you hungry? It is lunchtime here in the world where I live, and this lunchtime varies from town to town all over all of the nations of the entire world. Are you eating or are you hungry? Examine why you might be hungry, are you hungering or thirsting for more than food? Are you desiring love??
What do we expect as we study Torah? A way out of the mundane and boredom, a way to satiate our hunger and thirst because we love God? We love God and no one else. Do we love our parents? We are supposed to HONOR our parents. It is much easier to just love them though without helping or honoring them. Are you looking for a way out? Honoring your parents is the key to success and is the key to understanding our LOVE for God.
Were you thirsty and suddenly a downpour of white mountains of snow like the snow from a blueberry snow cone came forcefully falling all over your yard!
What is snow? Snow is natural water, rain water that has hardened and frosted, real water, not chlorinated bleach water. To walk safely in this water that became snow, to not take a tumble. To shovel for your parents, to tell them to take it easy, that you will handle everything. We do this out of honor, to put our parents first, especially if our parents are senior citizens. If we can honor our parents then we save our love for God, God as our Beloved. Our parents happily living forever as we feed them and shovel their snow.
White snow as manna? Licking lips, not chapped, putting a small amount of water on our lips after we wash our hands with the Hebrew blessing. No chapped lips in the cold. Sure footedness as we walk on shoveled walks. Full meals at home of breaded Kosher fish. Tingle it with tartar sauce. A fish that no longer swims but was raised and living in natural waters. Mikvah waters were his home. Why then can we see that fish are healthy and why most fish are Kosher. Except of course, shellfish is not Kosher. Stay away from non-Kosher eating. Yes, pork is pig. There is no way around it.
To find a way to communicate and to love people on a full stomach of Kosher foods. To laugh and love the snow, as it flies everywhere and settles as mounds, lightly puffy and white, loving the snow as it was created by God.
We love snow and love its Maker, to Love God the Creator of All!!
The word Love as in LIPS, beginning with a capital L, definitely not as oops!!!
A prayer for someone who needs it. Offering a prayer and blessing for someone who needs it. Asking them to pray for you. Long distance praying from one person one place to another person another place. A person who respects you for being a person who needs prayers and who will reciprocate and pray for you in return when you need it. A Family member who goes to a religious facility everyday, every morning and prays for you. In his/her death her spirit is still in prayer for you. She is at peace and hence you are at peace.
A miracle it is to have people accept your prayers. To be the one incognito who has the relationship with God that others do not. The widow, the stranger, the orphan, the poor. In these categories where you are the one in need, God listens to you first. It is better to accept a prayer from one who has less but is more righteous than from one who has more but is less righteous. A donation from the poor is more valuable than a monetary donation from the rich because God is involved and gives just enough to the poor to give to someone else.
A miracle to not be misinterpreted and to keep up a relationship with a friend who does not imagine ill repute. Words that have an impact but if misunderstood become twisted.
A word from Torah. A word from God's voice. His voice. Whether masculine or feminine. A voice that you hear that others don't. Not as a sound of thunder or flash of lightening, but as a purr from a kitten. Not in belief that someone could be as good for you as the preciousness of a kitty cat who gives you unconditional love. Not a believer in unconditional love because no one has ever loved you this way. Not having had the experience of love going both ways, to you and from you.
A miracle to have just a few friends who give you respect even though there are others who want your scalp skinned. To appreciate those who have the ability of giving love and to forgive those who do not.
To have heard from someone's lips that they loved you. But years down the road they do not even remember your name. To then have become a bother, a person they do not want to befriend. Love that fades, trust that evades, a smile with a wink of the eye that means nothing. No love. Not even a friendship. Not understanding how someone can love and then not love.
They will tell you, not to care not to brood. Go on with your life and find someone who will return your good will, a person who does not imagine evil intent where there is none.
How old are you? Are you like a warm cuddly kitty cat with nine lives? Have you surpassed this to have ninety-one lives? Are you in waiting for the Tooth Fairy, for Santa Claus, for The Messiah? Are you expecting to see God in your life on your Birthday!
We are all celebrating your birthday and not your day of death, not "yarhzeit". We are waiting to see the halo of goodness and righteousness gleaming over your head as you perform mitzvah loving-kindness deeds everyday. You love your family and friends.
Ninety-one years of accumulating more and more friends. More and more generations in your family tree. A Family beginning with a capital "F" for Future. A Family with a Future that procreates as did the family of the Prophet Noah. A Future generation and then another.
Noah was in his 700's when he died, (may he rest in peace). Yes, it is possible to live nine or ninety lives. Or 700? Or is it?
We wish and we hope!! We pray! Exceedingly we "DAVEN" for the length of your life, as our Dear "Mominko". Our Mom. Our Mother. Our Grandma. For an extended life of a great many years. Long. Longevity. Longer. We pray for your longevity and it is to God (the God of All) to Whom we pray.
Birthday cakes. Birthday candles. Birthday cake slices. Fiery flicking candle flames. Chocolate cake. Smooth. Butter. Frosting. Yellow insides. Sweetness licking teeth and lips. Lips to be ready to kiss!! A spatula dipped in a fountain of chocolate. Twirling it in your mouth. Milk chocolate. Dark chocolate. A Dove ice cream dark chocolate candy bar! Coldness of ice cream in one's mouth. Swishing. Wishing. As you blow out your candles. A wish that is for you. Exclusively you. No one else to know except you and our God. To know and to believe the content of this wish.
An on-going Mantra...A Kiss...A Wish...A Prayer...Etc...
Dear God. Can You hear me? It is me. Your servant. I am reaching out to You and want if it please You to hear my prayer. Where are You? Remember me? I am here again. I wish again to ask You to be here with me in my presence.
So. You today wish for me to enjoy the outdoors? Yes. It is beautiful outside Adonai! I agree. You are Someone Who I like to agree with.
If I feel the color yellow is a beautiful color, I know I can enjoy it in the sunlight. Sunlight as being the transliteration as the Hebrew word "OR". Boker Tov, Boker OR. I want to taste sunlight in my mouth and feel it on my skin. Warming. Even hot! My arms feeling excitingly alive with my blood inside. Circulating around. More alive as I see the word mORe in English as it agrees with me. Either OR, Iron ORe, Do you hate OR love me?
Where are you now God? I see you in the computer wires that attach to cyberspace. My words from Your mouth into my fingers as I type letters and poetry. Do you taste me in your saliva, as me being a servant of Yours, God? I taste cleanliness and purity on my lips when I pray to You. Dear God. I swallow like a fish, and whet my entire mouth with Your water.! The water of Miriam. Are You thirsty God? Is it allowable to think of the needs of You, God, and not only my own needs?
Of course. Be who God wants you to be. Say as He says, pray to Him, ask Him for deliverance.
Thank You God, I feel redeemed.
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