Aish Tamid

Every person has a fire, a flame, that nothing can put it out.

“Yeah I paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
I’m on a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the leaves it really caught my eye,
glistening’ listening’ to the breeze dancing’ through the leaves on the trees, freeze, the city goes in slow motion like a dream

See I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singeing hair on my skin
whispering where ya been, where ya been, where ya been

See from amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
Like a roller coaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Busting through the rubble, bubbling drying up our puddles
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing firm flames dancing
Like a lion roaring raising out of nothing
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
FLAMES DANCING LIKE A LION ROARING!”

Matisyahu was sitting on a bench on 14th street moments before the plans stuck the towers on 9/11. I posted the live edition of this song and the last verse’s because I feel this version holds a lot of power behind it. I feel one of his expressions of Aish Tamid, is that sometimes people forget about that eternal flame within them. Sometimes that flame remembers you, even during moments of destruction and turmoil. Your body is a temple holding that flame just as the Temple of Jerusalem did. Though the temple is empty today, it does not stop us from rebuilding our temple, the one that holds our flame. If your flame makes its appearance showing that you forgotten it, what will you do now that you discovered/rediscovered it?

Peace peace yall.

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