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Do you feel it, too?

From the inside
In fragments

Andante con moto
Recovering the pain


So now my prayer is this:

You, my own deep soul,
trust me. I will not betray you.
My blood is alive with many voices
telling me I am made of longing. [Rilke]

Drawing near, kiruv.  

The numinous in an encounter with another.   

Being-with some thing that is not known.  The question of address, the problem that some of us can't hear it.  What will be the thing that joins us?  Would it require mutual need in mutual urgency, at a mutual time?  Have the senses with which we could have grasped something significant atrophied?  Should there be a pathetic immediate sensitivity to the person there?  Must this experience be staged, why must a mutual "value" be named?  

The difference between knowing each other and knowing one another.

A definitively marked hearing—demanding it up front.  A space where the force of emotional arrival would not totally injure the form.  Another who could maintain the weight. 

Do you feel it, too?  Without knowing what will be this thing that joins us, I felt that we owed one another some kind of relation.         

We cannot say it, and we are closer still.