Of Prayer

Some prayers are to be played in double bass, low and intimate; whispered like secrets. 

Others are to be played on black and white keys, loud and lyrical; lighthearted. 

And some few are to be screamed, raised from the ashes of the core. They are to be performed on a stage of thousand violins. And they are to reach a pitch so high, only G-d can hear it.

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Mystical Marijuana

We are broken

Well-intended, still we're flawed

An Illusionist performs before us

But we're seldom ever awed

We search for other spirits

Place our faith in clever frauds

We trip on magic substances

Lest we ever trip on G-d

The hunger is profound

It consumes us from within

For it is born of a desire

Far more potent than even that of sin

The lust for any drug

Is a spiritual facade

For it is simply the soul's craving

For a relationship with G-d