The Tale of
Malchuta Terra Shechina

IN THE BEGINNING, the One Without End:

They were created by a tree of ten.

 

The Ten Sefirot, each in the other-

Ten Sefirot, both sister and brother.

 

The Bride of the One and daughter as well,

Was Mother of all in this earthly spell.

The youngest, Malkhuta “Terra” Shekhina,

Always wanting for someone to see her,

She lifts the veil like some tulle cortina.

 

The birth of the Ten tore open a void.

Humans’ life task was to sew the destroyed:

All were the children of broken marriage,

‘Coure it follows their need for repairage.

 

Shekhina, lowest of Sefirot tree,

Barefoot and walking on land and sea.

With cosmos below and ground above,

Showing us humans all her divine love.

 

Grounded through bare feet, that’s how she connects

With her disciples of Kabbalah texts.

There in Iberia, treating her subjects

To gifts of wisdom, spells, magic, and hex.

 

Kabbalah life was vested and blesséd

‘Til the outside world’s blazed self contested,

Infested by full-breasted vespids and cestodes,

שׁכינה protested. Arrested. Molested.

 

Miss Terra lying, dying, and crying,

her tears flood oceans, now the water’s rising

and with each sigh, the temperature’s high

just look at her two big glistening eyes

she’ll punish all humans before she - - -

 

We sacrificed Mom to lord of the flies

and now we party and play as she dies.

Thank you, Earth Mama, we dance to your cries.

We sing along a tune of matricide.

 

So dance through the night and bask in the light

of trees all aflame, our warmed eyes all bright

and swim in the oceans until you drown

and tan in the sun that cooks you ‘til brown.

Roll up a joint or just choke on the air

Dance til you can’t feel the fire catch your hair.

 

We danced through the night and partied til day

and bingewatched the asteroid come on its way.

With Mama all gone, no work: We just play.

Mama Medea said we too must pay.