Hineini, a gift to God, concavity again

Our dimensional grids are the same, or at least, mine fits into yours

I can only grasp what can move out of my grasp

A world that does not go in and out is not

Tsimtsum creates the first pi/2 form

I a point angle in again waiting

Hineini, a gift to God, concavity

I know here when you are

you are only when we know

who knows the only one I

Tsimtsum 2

God exists in the vertex the dot
that is no dot harness yourself
to the contracted
let it guide you
expand you out

Passage

I turning banged my
temple against the wall
of the kitchen There was
no reason in it just
the physics of
movement from one
place to
another, inhibited

Park Bench