The Poet

Where my culture and

I announce our oneness. Step

by step, returning.

I have not an understanding of what is love

except the presence of You

and the warmth it builds inside of me.

Suppose

we love one another as ourselves

and for some,

love ourselves as another.

I left myself

at the mercy

of self-containment.

To be alone is better

than to be lonely.

Who did you choose

to lead the fight?

Why does your smile not resemble

your heart?

Where do you go

inside of yourself?

בזמן הזה של מראות

אין מישהו שיודע איך 

לראות את עצמו

‏במציאות

When we speak

the same language

we find our similarities

and our differences

are weightless on the measure

of communication.

There is no

shortage of fear to be had.

A wish for every

one to overcome itself.

Breathless

breaths

rule the undecided people 

in their pursuit of choice

and passion.

In the ears

of your heart

is what is

nearly missing from

your voice’s voice.

My mind has no limit

or worry.

When given a question, I think of the question

as the status of a broken person;

if you walk along a line for too long,

you will eventually choose to fall onto one side.

I bury my mind inside my mind.

I take myself out on picnics in order

to strengthen the child in me and her

connection to golden days with less fear.

What is the color of the only planet you can see without opening?

How far does the moon go to meet her lover?

My last fear was to never come home.

Love has a heat like summer

with the heaviness of winter,

freshness of spring

and beauty of autumn.

בתוך כל בן אדם יש אור של השם

בתוך האור הזה

חיה תקווה.

תקווה לחזור הביתה.

(Inside of every being is the light of Hashem/ inside of this light/ lives hope./ Hope to come back home.)

I am in three places

and the third one 

is here.

In the third one

I always am

I and I always will be.

The wind lacks the desire

to sweep you from your home

or to shadow you in light.

But to the sun,

as inside of women,

there is strength in patience.

Your children will

grow up surrounded by

the language you studied

for years to understand;

they will be even closer

to the tongue than its creator.

Look in the eyes

of the smallest of creatures;

who do you control?

I have days to count

and minds to understand.

Words to learn

and colors to touch.

Flavors to digest

and gifts to give.

Poems to write

and laughter to spread.