We belong to ourselves
as in our souls and our bodies are meant for each other until they are not.
A mix of lullaby and silence
if softness has its own sound.
To long for a land
is not like longing for a person.
She will wait for you.
Contentment we cannot chase
for when it has arrived it is here
and when it leaves it is not.
No matter how far I am
my heart aches
for our land.
To understand is not to understand but to see the glass half muddled.
I am but dust and ash
and I have a universe within me
The universe is of dust and ash and us.
We are mere parts. together we are whole.
To need someone is to be with them.
More than being,
there is a tenseness
in waiting for arrival.
Where does the water flow from
to this small place-or
does it arrive by your hands?
And you wear the smile
one searches for in
the mirror.
You approached the hunt
like prey that readies itself
for abandonment.
אין הסבר לירידה
לעזוב את ביתי
אני לא יכולה להשיג
(There is no explanation to the descent
To leave my home
I cannot achieve.)
החלום יצטרך לצמצם את עצמו
אם תחיו בלעדיו
(The dream will need to contract itself
if you live without it.)
כשנדבר על אכזבה
לא נסכים.
גרסת האכזבה שלך
אולי היא חלומי
(When we speak about disappointment
we will not agree.
Your version of disappointment
may be my dream.)
I told the stories;
I would be one place.
The one becomes two and multiplies.
Too many destinations
is the absence of a true home.
Does one pick their clothing
or choose how to answer
on the basis of perception?
I attached the meaning of silence
to the ability to be.
When your hiding place
is hidden from you.
And the slow moving ones made their way too.
You are not to be feared. Only losing you.
You are the alternative to my prior addiction.
You are how I avoid my shadow.