On a one way driving choo choo train to the place of fire and water and earth, to the place of creative philosophy and blindingly stimulating images, written words that steer your course in your boat, floating in an ocean that will never run dry.
Composting recycling, a pit to burn charcoals, roasting potatoes and carrots, a fireplace in your backyard and in your home to send the scents of incense wildly turning all the air into smells of flowery meadows, red green and blue, soft furry grass to grow under your feet, bare feet, to have as a goal a grand feat, to be standing even as you are leaning, to have the ability to swing back and forth the lantern of light that fires up an entire town, to be an angel, a messenger, but what to say?
To say that you yourself are an angel and you yourself mimic the ways of the four angels who are written about in The Torah. Yes, there were only four angels.
So who are the deceased, and who are the angels? Are the angels the deceased and we as the living are to use these deceased souls of the angels as our mentors?
If you get blown away thinking about angels, it is okay, the Angels, the Heavens, the "Pearly Gates" all are G-D's promises to us to enjoy and take a bite off the Tree of Knowledge.
To wish an angel lightens your path, to try for this angelic path of purity, to have moving ocean sea waters where we can go to take a mikvah, to even just have a shower in your house to massage you into a Messenger, to keep cool, to be cool and cunningly clean.
To have the fright of the reddish-blue fire burning as a candle, but to enjoy the comfort of its warmth as it's within our control so is safe; and to also have enough water to put out a fire if it's raging, to have enough water to dissolve evil.
Follow on the sandy shorelines in the footsteps of our Lord Adonai.
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