I am the breath before the flame,

No form, no fear, only silent name.

I walk where thought has never been—

Not bound by virtue, nor touched by sin.

I wear the stars like a second skin,

The sky within me turns again.

To leap is holy, to fall is art—

The map is drawn by the open heart.

אין סוף זורם, אין סוף חופשי

הדרך ריקה, אך בה נבנה כיסא

The Endless flows, the Endless frees,

The path is void, yet thrones it seeds.

בתוך שקט, סוד נשמר

כתום בלי דבר

Within the stillness, secrets hide,

A silence nothing can divide.

They called me Fool, but I am Key—

The cipher of all mystery.

I hold no staff, yet I command,

Creation dances in my hand.

Before the word, before the sound,

I turned the wheel, I shaped no ground.

I leap with joy into the Now,

Unfolding futures none know how.

הבל בורא, ללא שורש או סיום

הצעד קדימה הוא הסוד הקיום

Breath creates with no root or end,

Each step forward is how worlds bend.

אין שמות, ואין צדדים

ובכל זאת נפתחים שערים סגורים

No names, no sides, no kings, no queens,

Yet doors unlock through unseen means.

I do not know, yet I become—

The silence deep, the beating drum.

The Ox that walks with no constraint,

My canvas is the world’s complaint.

I birth the wild, I bless the fall,

Aleph is nothing—and yet is all.

בראשית בי לא התחיל הזמן

אני הכתב לפני הלשון

In beginning, time had not begun,

I am the script before the tongue.

אָלֶף שותק, אך בו האות נולד

אני הפתח — לא סוף, לא יעד

Aleph is silent, yet gives birth to sound,

I am the gate—no end, no ground.

I breathe between your thoughts and time,

A spiral, not a ladder’s climb.

Each step you count, you miss the rhyme—

I echo in the space, sublime.

אֲנִי מֵהֵד בַּמֶּרְחָב הַנַּעֲלֶה

The cantor sings, the cantor weeps,

Where every note forever sleeps.

And in the gaps between the beats—

There I walk, in soundless leaps.

כך אמר אָלֶף

Thus spoke Aleph.

בראשית בי לא התחיל הזמן

אני הכתב לפני הלשון

In beginning, time had not begun,

I am the script before the tongue.

אָלֶף שותק, אך בו האות נולד

אני הפתח — לא סוף, לא יעד

Aleph is silent, yet gives birth to sound,

I am the gate—no end, no ground.

I breathe between your thoughts and time,

A spiral, not a ladder’s climb.

Each step you count, you miss the rhyme—

I echo in the space, sublime.

אֲנִי מֵהֵד בַּמֶּרְחָב הַנַּעֲלֶה

The cantor sings, the cantor weeps,

Where every note forever sleeps.

And in the gaps between the beats—

There I walk, in soundless leaps.

כך אמר אָלֶף

Thus spoke Aleph.