Hineni (Here I Am)

Black. White. Yellow.

At times, I absorb everything around me as I disappear into my very surroundings.

In others, I reflect the light that I am, as it begs eagerly to appear.

And when I am still, I just am what I am.

While visiting Korea, I found these words reaching from my soul, capturing the very colors of my inner world as a Korean-American-Jew. I am grateful to share a part of me in this way, and I am hopeful to bestow my light unto others.

www.baraworldwide.org/meorah

____________________________________________________

Hineni (Here I Am)

My ruach is from a land faraway from where I was born.

I feel it when I breathe— blood rushing through my veins.

I am a native and a stranger, in a land I call my own.

My nefesh dwells in Babylon. My neshama is in Zion.

But in the Hermit Kingdom, my ruach feels still.

It breathes and I breathe.

It calls and I hear.

In the land of my fathers, I claim the ruach of my mothers.

“Ayeka?” He calls.

Hineni. Hineni.