For those moments we know our name is only Your name—Ein Sof—infinite as the desert’s dust and the sea’s sand. W.S Merwin says it all in this poem, Far Along in the Story:
The boy walked on with a flock of cranes
following him calling as they came
from the horizon behind him
sometimes he thought he could recognize
a voice in all that calling but he
could not hear what they were calling
and when he looked back he could not tell
one of them from another in their
rising and falling but he went on
trying to remember something in
their calls until he stumbled and came
to himself with the day before him
wide open and the stones of the path
lying still and each tree in its own leaves
the cranes were gone from the sky and at
that moment he remembered who he was
only he had forgotten his name
Reflections by Rabbi Kim 