Kabbalat Shabbat Kavannah | Rabbi Roly Matalon | June 12, 2026

We have arrived at the Shilla

and at the end of the day, for which is

mostly about the spies that go into the land of Israel

and bring back a report about the land.

But as we come to the end of the battle,

shall we find there the commandment about it?

The third paragraph of the Shama

Israel that we recite the morning in the evening.

The third paragraph comes from the end of this parish.

Up or shut. Shall Africa

and the many of us

have the practice of praying often.

And many of us know these words by heart.

When I yell at him, let's say

it them or to

my system is called me.

So time

you shall

actually know real estate

or tomato juice how same it called with what they.

This shall be your fringe.

This shall be your.

It or it motto.

And you shall look at it.

Whose heart? Them.

It called me today.

And then you will remember all my mitzvot,

a remembrance of all the commandments.

When we look at this, we're supposed to remember that we're bound

and obligated to have a life, a spiritual practice

that includes the practice of the image, sort of the commandments.

This.

It is a gate into the entire world of them.

It's all

but our teacher, Rabbi Art green, has a

different perspective

or a different approach to this verse.

He says that both the Midrash

and the Hassidic masters

read the passage of the verse a little different

via it, and this shall be your seed.

Motto,

and you shall

look at what is owed to him. Him.

And you shall look at him,

or you will see him or motto, and you will see him.

If you look at the seed,

you will see him.

And the Hasidic masters make a very interesting and the Midrash

a very interesting reading of the word seed.

So it's it means fringes, but it also is connected

to the word seeds, which means to appear, to pick.

So that's it.

Seed is a way to pick, to peer.

And if you peer or peek

here into the seed you see or thought, you see the divine.

It's a beautiful reading of this verse.

And they of course connected the word.

They had seeds.

The beautiful so came from she loves, she loves Selim.

The song of songs called the Venus. But

with the

legacy, I mean the capital I give out.

Hark, my beloved, there he comes, leaping over the mountains,

bounding over hills.

Don't make the deal.

It's really awful. Hi, Alim.

He Nazer, amid the Herculean

Masekela, I mean, hello, not the message.

Mean a hierarchy.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a like a young stag.

There he stands behind our wall, gazing

through the window,

which sits peering through the lattice.

So the seed

is here to remind us of mitzvot.

But in a deeper level, perhaps

it's a reminder to peer

and to peek through the cracks

of our broken world,

through the cracks of our broken hearts,

and to seek the one, the Holy Presence

that dwells in the deepest levels

and the deepest depths of reality.

The seed

invite us to look for glimpses of light

in the darkness of divine light through the cracks,

to look for the light in another person's face

in an instant of prayer,

in a moment of Shabbat,

in a holy deed,

in an act of kindness.

And then the myriad hiding places where God

is waiting to be found.