:The Kabala is deeper that I am
more wise, more understanding, more informed.
She is the crown in my head
She is the art of truth through whose instrument
we create the Torah,
each adding a little piece before becoming the whole.
She is a geometry of play which makes up the Soul,
The appearance of body drawn back up into the the letters Hebrew, the beloved.
Each one changing into another while yet remaining permanent in itself
Time space men, come not into Her wheels of thought
but to clarify the codes to the thinker.
Her life is wider than the expectable.
I have followed Her for eons only to find agin that She is here in the root of my God-gifted mind
crystalizing Her golden symbols into the landmarks of our attainments and predetermining for me the way to the secret within
Unlike Her imitators
She provides food for the feast even now as we speak.
This She does with modesty loyalty and selflessness
The Kabbala is the woman whose garments are Torah.
The Kabbala is simply too simple to understand.
Her presence is felt mainly as a long negligence.
The History of Kabala is the History of the Jewish women
Faithful partner to the Law and the under-acknowleged bearer of his fruit.
Rewarded neither in this world nor even in the next.
She is as invisible as our God
as enigmatic to the all-searching sense of genius
and as involving to the chemicals of beauty as the innermost earthiness.