Poet Beth "Batyah" Elishevah Ginzberg expresses her creative poetic meditations about water as a very powerful atmospheric element of the environment. Ginzberg wrote these poems at the East Rogers Park Lake Michigan Beaches, on-the-spot, to experientially convey the full effect of the Great Lakes of Chicago, IL USA for your reading pleasure.

Monday, August 29, 2016

AN OCEAN FILLED WITH FISH

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Having a love for water, having a love for fish who are out of water, to love fish and to want to protect them, seeing water as a home, a home for fish, wanting clean water so fish can live and not die.

To love fish as pets, to love to eat fish for dinner, to feel strength from pure fish oil, to feel the purity of a fish, to love to eat fish more than meat.

Getting a feeling of calmness as you watch fish circulate back and forth in fish tanks, to have a fish tank that is a cleaned aquarium, to feel the rhythm of fish as they sway their fins and open and close their mouths, silent fish, fish who do not sing or talk, fish that are humble and polite.

Not to eat the shellfish, knowing which fish to eat and which not. To hope as a fisherman to catch a large fish, to be a chef and to stuff fish with a delicious breading, to love whitefish, to not be scared of sharks, to be like Jonah to be saved by a large fish, to be swallowed and floating in the belly of a whale.

To cook fish, to simmer them in oil or butter, to scatter tasty spices upon them, to spatter them in a frying pan, to broil them, to bake them. To love the taste of fish, to crave fish, to need its oiliness, to smack your lips upon even a suggestion of fish.

To swim in a lake with the other fish, to be in a clean lake, to be among the fish as they swim, to live and let live, to learn from the fish as they feel a love of water, to make water their home, to also love water as fish do, to float, swim and dive in water, to be as the fish and do as fish do.

Having a love for The Lord who created the oceans and seas and feeds us with fish.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

THE SWEETNESS OF ROSH HASHANAH HONEY ON A BEACH



To The Lord: I implore You! I plead with You! Hold me up, give me strength, "hashkiveynu" [help us], shine Your guiding Light upon me, take my hand, lead me down Your chosen path, the path of righteousness, a journey of a lifetime, a good heart that keeps promises, Lord, make me a promise I know You will keep.

Heal my inadequacies, enrich my circulating blood--a life source--swirling around in my arteries and veins, feed me Your natural vitamins, gaze upon me with Your super-strength, Your x-ray vision, seeing completely through me like through cellophane into the transparency of the weakness, the deepness, the humility of my inner being.

Enlighten me, release me, pour Your power into my muscles! Help me to walk a long distance, along with You, to a place towards You, side by side, on a seashore and in the sweet summer sunlight as it warms Our golden hearts.

Enchant my ears with Your music, music You sing that enters me, penetrates me, healing my body, my spirit, my soul. Stimulating my ever-fluctuating emotions.

Enrich me! Blow Your kisses at me! Wink Your eye at me lovingly, blinkingly, but believably.

Hold my hand and swing it in rhythm as we walk together, walking to a place that with You I will become holy as You are, a place for You and me to be alone with each other, to be merged in Oneness like in water, swimmingly in a lake with the holy Lord our G-d Almighty, The One True G-d.

A place where You as my One Lord whispers sweet song into my ears and I hear You. I beckon You. Your whispers softly ease and soothe me, Your voice exclusively a voice of honesty, a sweet voice like sweet honey, the stickiness of golden honey, never letting go. A voice I can count on, to hear forever, predictably, to me as sweet as the singing of the eternal song of a lovebird.

I will listen just for You, and hear You in the flutter of a bee as You make sweet Rosh Hashanah honey, and make it just for me!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

TU B'AV IS A PLACE OF LOVE



The Jewish Holiday of love that follows the sad Holiday of Tisha B'av, is the Holiday Tu B'av.

To love, to feel, to have emotions, emotions that change, a heart that bleeds, an emotion of love that originates in the heart, having heart palpitations the closer you come, the heavier you feel, to feel heavily heart-fully, to crave love, to be a love addict, to need love, to search for love, to desire love, to plan for love, to ask for love, to give love, to be there for others and to love them, to not retract your love, to have consistency in love, to love unconditionally.

To continue to love someone even after they are dead, to love someone dearly in this life and in the next, to love so hard that you cannot hate, to have love take you over, to give in to love, to be in love all day long, to love in the night, to see the nighttime darkness as being romantic, to light candles in the darkness and to feel the love of the warmth of the flame, to love in the darkness, to love in the lightness, to use love as your guiding Light.

To love The Lord as He loves you with all your heart and soul.

Monday, August 8, 2016

A HOLY MIKVAH IN THE GREAT LAKES



At a beach of The Great Lakes and diving in headfirst into a water wave of complete purity, a wave of water that is not green in color but definitely a bright royal blue color as the color of The Flag of Israel, diving headfirst with no hesitation to feel this blue water surround and whet your entire body, dunking in this water so all of your hair on your head and all of your physical body parts gets wet, to feel the cleanness of this pure Mikvah water as it cleans your soul, cleans your spirit, cleans your body and your mind, so you cannot hate, so you can be so pure that even the inside of your body--your heart--becomes clean.

To feel the rushing of this water, as it physically moves and goes from a wave over your body in a constant motion, and then there is another wave following the one before it, like a waterfall sprinkling from above to below, like white water rapids, a moving stream, water that travels from one place to the next.

To take the filth and dirt off your body, to move it to another place downstream far away from you, so it cannot dirty you anymore, to take this dirt and remove it and to destroy it as it dissolves in the water and becomes ONE with the water as we become ONE with the ONE G-d Almighty Who created water, and these impurities are no longer dirt, but instead becomes as clean as the blue water it dissolves in, to have the cleanness of the water overcome the filth as they become ONE under ONE G-d.

To have the purity of cleanliness of spirit, body, mind, and heart, after taking a Holy Jewish Mikvah In The Great Lakes and to be able to fight off any future uncleanliness that comes your way with this great purity that you now possess, to be able to love and not to hate, to be able to fight hatred that comes your way, and to fight it with love.

Having a Mikvah in The Great Lakes is having an experience to feel a greatness of love as love comes with purity and cleanliness, not with filth, love is not dirty, when you have dirtiness you have no love.

Love, purity, cleanliness, satisfaction: A Holy Mikvah In The Great Lakes.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

MONSTROUS SEA SERPENTS IN THE GREAT LAKES



Being on a beach and seeing in the distance floating in the water a great green sea serpent, a monster that looks like a cross between a snake, a shark and a whale, a sea monster who has sharp brilliant white teeth but with a front tooth missing as it has been knocked out, a sea monster with a gripping smirk as it bears its teeth and heaves its body, scales flaking off its dried green skin, playfully jumping over water waves in the ocean, swimming closer and closer into the shore, hungry and thirsty, seeing you as its prey, as its dinner.

To then pick up your sword and shield, like a knight in shining armor, to fight this monstrous sea serpent, to shoo him away, to take a nick out of his skin with your sword, to call an army of Angels to your side who all too are armed with swords, to chase this sea monster back into the sea, to watch the water around him turning red as he bleeds, to have a sword that is a staff that becomes a snake, to take this snake/staff and bite a hunk out of this sea serpent, to watch him scared as he scurries away missing body parts, as he fades into the distance of the horizon of the sea, floating, sinking, now miles away, drowned in his own sorrows.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

THE WETNESS OF THE GREAT LAKES



The Miracle of Moisture, of wetness, of blue oceans and green rivers, of drinking waters and sodas, of washing water to moisten your lips and to spill over your hands, water that you can toss over your face for revitalization, water of turquoise-colored shining lakes in your villages where you can swim, water that turns around in machines to wash your clothes, smelling the freshness of newly laundered clothing that was washed in water, stepping onto beach sands and squeezing lake water between your toes, washing your feet anointing them in water every night before bed.

A vacation area of miles and miles of sandy beaches, sailing in the waters one sees kayaks, and yachts, and sailboats, and huge tourist ships, white puffy sails on ships you can see miles away as the whiteness in their sails means they surrender as a white flag to the wonders of the waters of the seas, surrendering to hours of relaxation as their ship sways back and forth like a baby's cradle rocking them all to sleep.

To be able to feel this happiness and relaxation from the shore as the boats go by and you see them sparkling in the sunlight and causing waves as they float on by. Being on a sandy shore, but not as a pirate on the seas stealing from other merchant ships. Getting the freedom of a vacation not as a pirate but as one in a flock of seagulls as they zoom down into the bluish waters to eat their fill of free fish! Being a Jonathan Livingston Seagull, a bird who is well fed and well watered.

Waters falling from the skies, the Heavens, and wetting the Earthly Gardens of Eden, doing a rain dance and tasting the raindrops on your tongue as they fall from the skies, like ice cream or popsicles their moisture whets the dryness so there are no more deserts. Deserts becoming green gardens where food is grown, deserts becoming desserts.

The wetness of whipped cream toppings on these desserts, as they moisten the mouth and we drool with our saliva. Licking our lips and licking our fingertips after eating finger sandwiches.

A green river that is an extension growing out of a blue ocean, no lack of moisture, always wet, always watered with a wetness that never ends.