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Gratitude equals alignment - Arizal Tavo


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Adopted from the Arizal Parshas Tavo

This week’s Torah portion introduces us to the commandment of bringing the Bikkurim, the first fruits, to the Temple. On the surface, it looks like a simple act of gratitude: a person places their ripened fruits into a basket and presents them to the priest. But when you lean into the deeper current, you realize it is a profound mirror of our own spiritual lives.

The Torah uses the word Tene for “basket.” Mystically, this basket represents the feminine container within us, the part of ourselves that gathers, holds, and manifests. It is the womb of our lived experience, the place where energy takes on form. The fruits inside are the overflow of our labor, our love, our creativity, the tangible outcomes of our soul’s engagement with the world.

Yet, there’s a hidden warning here. Whenever Divine abundance flows into the world, there is the risk that unintegrated aspects of ourselves, the parts still in shadow, will siphon off this energy. Just like water seeping through cracks in a vessel, our unconscious patterns can divert the life-force meant for our highest good.

The teaching of Rabbi Shneur Zalman of Liadi brings this into focus: Divine light is too intense to be received all at once. It has to pass through contractions, like sunlight piercing through small holes in a veil. Acts of kindness, charity, and sacred dedication act like scales over these openings, allowing the light to be revealed but not wasted or hijacked by destructive forces. In other words, the way we orient our lives, our intentions, our structures, our willingness to give, determines whether Divine energy nourishes our soul or leaks into the shadows.

Giving the first fruits, then, is an energetic alignment practice. By giving the first and the best of what we have to a sacred purpose, we are sending a signal into the universe: “All that I receive is meant for the expansion of light.” The priest, representing Chesed, the channel of Divine lovingkindness, takes the basket from our hands. The gesture is about handing back to Source the very vessel of our feminine principle so that it can be directed upward, reconnected with Divine flow, rather than collapsing inward into endless material preoccupation.

The Zohar reminds us: the word Ha-tene, “The basket”, shares its numerical value with the Divine Name Adni, which signifies Malchut, the feminine channel. The basket is not just a container; it is the feminine essence itself, holding the fruits of life’s journey. When placed in the hands of the priest, the act becomes a marriage of polarities: the vessel unites with the light.

And look closer: a wicker basket is full of holes. Yet, paradoxically, it holds. These openings are like the gaze of Divine Providence, subtle, hidden, yet ever-present. Through them, G-d observes, directs, and sustains the flow of our lives.

The ceremony invites us to consider: Your life is a basket. Your efforts are its fruit. Offer them up. Let them be seen. Let them be sanctified. And in that surrender, know that nothing is lost, only aligned.

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