Monday, June 08, 2009
DAILY DOSE: Nameless
Nameless
By Tzvi Freeman
High upon her precipice, the soul is nameless, for she has no form - she will be whatever she must be.
Peering below, beneath the clouds, she perceives a faint shimmering of her light in the deep, wet earth. There she finds form, and she calls it a name, and she is called when that name is called, for she says, "This is me."
But it is not her. It is only a faint glimmering of her light within the frame of a distant world.
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From the teachings of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Schneerson, of righteous memory; rendered by Tzvi Freeman. To order the Daily Thoughts in book form, click here.
By Tzvi Freeman
High upon her precipice, the soul is nameless, for she has no form - she will be whatever she must be.
Peering below, beneath the clouds, she perceives a faint shimmering of her light in the deep, wet earth. There she finds form, and she calls it a name, and she is called when that name is called, for she says, "This is me."
But it is not her. It is only a faint glimmering of her light within the frame of a distant world.
From the teachings of the Lubavitcher Rebbe, Rabbi Menachem Schneerson, of righteous memory; rendered by Tzvi Freeman. To order the Daily Thoughts in book form, click here.
