Sefer Yetzirah - The Doubles - Der Nister Meditation Circle
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Source sheet for weekly meditation circle
Agahi Dede (18th c.)
O Righteous one,
to me, the tavern and the temple are the same.
The sounds of praying and of drunken revelry
are the same.
Unless you’re granted the taste of unity,
whether you pray or sit at the tavern
it amounts to the same.
Leave all your hopeless duality.
Whether I worship or drink it is the same.
I don’t care if I live in ruins
or hold the whole world in my hand.
The wise and the crazy often look the same.
Don’t trade your soul for worldly riches.
Awareness and the Divine Light shine the same–
for the candle’s flame
and the moth who plunges into it
are the same.
ספר יצירה ד׳:א׳

(א) שבע כפולות בג"ד כפר"ת (מתנהגות בשתי לשונות), יסודן חיים ושלום וחכמה ועושר חן וזרע וממשלה, ומתנהגות בשתי לשונות ב"בּ ג"גּ ד"דּ כ"כּ פ"פּ ר"רּ ת"תּ תבנית רך וקשה תבנית גבור וחלש כפולות שהן תמורות. תמורת חיים מות תמורת שלום רע תמורת חכמה אולת תמורת עושר עוני תמורת חן כיעור תמורת זרע שממה תמורת ממשלה עבדות:

Sefer Yetzirah 4:1

(1) Seven double letters,

bet gimel dalet kaf peh reish tav

Expressed in two manners:

Life

Peace

Wisdom

Wealth

Grace

Seed

Sovereignty

and pronounced in two manners:

Vet-Bet,

Ghimel-Gimel,

Dhalet-Dalet,

Khaf-Kaf,

Feh-Peh,

Resh-Rresh,

Taw-Thaw.

Soft and hard

strong and weak

Doubles are transformations:

The transformation of Life is Death;

The transformation of Peace is Evil;

The transformation of Wisdom is Foolishness;

The transformation of Wealth is Poverty;

The transformation of Grace is Ugliness;

The transformation of Seed is Desolation;

The transformation of Sovereignty is Slavery.

ב בּ
ג גּ
ד דּ
כ כּ
פ פּ
ר רּ
ת תּ
ּ
Odysseus Speaks, Norman Fischer
I sail to keep from crying
Or cry to keep from sailing
Truth is a lie, I lie
To find some truth
Memory is song: it works
By song, otherwise how re-
Member anything from within
Memory’s myth (the sirens know this)
The gods are memory’s memory
And I can’t live a single day
Without their song that means
Something but what
I speak to keep from sailing, crying,
Speak to lie to find some truth
Not making a quiddity, no word
Process but a meaningful, memorable,
Exhale, then an inhale,
Exhale, after which
Words pour forth, my darling lies
My oars, my foment.
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