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 wi...