The Partzuf Within

 

The Partzuf Within

Before form there was only a cry,

A wanting that did not know why.

A hunger burning deep inside,

A will to receive it could not hide.

The Light approached — simple, whole, kind,

But shattered the peace of the mind.

For pleasure received without care

Left shame awakening there.

So the desire learned to restrain,

Not to kill want — but change the gain.

A silence formed… a sacred stop,

Malchut refusing to simply drop.

And there inside that inward pause,

A Head was born — obeying laws.

The Rosh now asks before delight:

“Can this be taken for the Light?”

Calculation — subtle and thin,

Not what I want… but Who I’m in.

The desire weighs what it may receive,

Only what love can truly give.

Then comes the Toch, the felt embrace,

Where Light and intention share one place.

Pleasure enters — calm and bright,

Because reception now serves the Light.

And oh how different pleasure feels

When bestowal turns the wheels.

No longer burning, grasping flame,

But quiet joy without self-name.

Yet limits come — they must appear,

The Sof draws boundary clear.

“What cannot be for Him above

Remains outside the act of love.”

So Light departs where aim is lost,

Not punishment — correction’s cost.

And emptiness returns again,

Preparing stronger Kelim within.

Thus every Partzuf lives in you,

Each rising when intention’s true.

Desire itself never dies —

It learns through screens to realize.

We feel this not in thought alone,

But when the heart becomes unknown —

When pleasure waits before it starts,

And love calculates within our hearts.

Then suddenly you sense the shift:

Receiving turns into a gift.

And what once chained the soul apart

Becomes a vessel… called a heart.