His unset eyes — containing water — become expression, or color. They cloud in changing — though the change is never marked, it may eventually be seen. The cloud is green His hand is light He watches this first finding — pulling a hand in and out of a living channel. His newness betokens him all color. He passes through color — setting each resonance for light. The sound includes experience which is remembered, though from not remote occasions, which swell upon his passing. Looking up with different thought filled hands. Why then does experience comb the onlooker away from the child, when the child includes changing eyes in every picture?
You Envelop Me [Excerpt]
for I have taken refuge in you A book —whose wings— swallow me Bird, created from water mixed with sand Uses of wings, and claws hold oil for lamps Conceiving a wing-ed book is beginning to sort one's thoughts An egg placed under the foot of a bedframe— to steady Quills for writing were unknown in Talmudic times Birds of three hundred and sixty-five hues read Headlines or psalms as an indistinguishable combination of Affliction, concentration and praise "Flee as a bird to your mountain."
Note on poem from You Envelop Me: Numbers for poems and text at the beginning of each poem in italics are taken from psalms (various translations). These particular psalms, often identified as Nachman's "healing psalms" were chosen by Rebbe Nachman of Breslov (1772-1810, Ukraine) and are traditionally read during mourning. This practice exemplifies Nachmans' use of sacred texts as meditative tools, and highlights his religious philosophy which revolves around intimacy and direct conversation with divine.