listening to Joni Mitchell, reading about Kabbalah

"Help me
I think I'm falling
in love
again"

that was
yesterday's song
when corporeal touch
was a prerequisite for love

today we are made
in the image of God

ten Sefirot
lead us back up
down the tree
to our roots in heaven
where

much like
the man who
(if he had his way)
would “just walk out those doors
and wander down the Champs Elysees
going cafe to cabaret”

we are offered,
as we stand
at the cracked door,
a taste of freedom
a glimpse
of the Light that shines us
into Being