I choose
not fear-this moment
is all I have.
I choose
not fear-this moment
is all I have.
How does hope create us?
In the beginning of my life
and at the end of it,
I always will search for the
spaces where love grows.
What holds you?
The sound of crying
has no affect on me,
but bring me two lovers
and I am struck with the pain
of all my past lives.
I will be a reminder
to the ones not here.
I simply walk without
you, hoping.
Thank you
Hashem
for I am here.
For your love
and your blessings
I am eternally grateful.
We do not search,
it comes.
At the moment it’s meant for,
it arrives-open,
and it stays as long as it
it must.
Your lover has wounds
and his wounds
are yours.
A poem written to the past
is a poem for here.
What is a people?
Through my body and yours;
our children
and our parents
hold the fabric
of our culture
in their soft and longing hands.
In your eyes
there is no order to the world,
we can only approach life.
When we close our eyes
and the road twists itself
in ways that we cannot comprehend,
we find ourselves
without knowledge of the direction
we are going.
Before I go,
I am always
reminded of why I
should stay.
Night here is quiet,
and reminds me of a place
I never will know.
I remember the night
where I am going,
the softness of the stars
and the fullness in the air.
How do I look inwards
to find the parts of me
which detach from my shadow?
You are the image
of me when I
reach my highest
spiritual self.
When love chooses
the arms of my soul
in a hug.
To be cherished
is to cherish our selves.
Repetition is the mother
of habit,
where the self asks
to be reborn.
?כמה פעמים לא הבנתי מה המשמעות הייתה
.הגעתי לשמיים אתמול
.אני בבית
You are the one I
prayed for, and Hashem heard my
dream: my love for you.
.יש כאן שלום
.שלום שאני אף פעם לא נפגשתי בארץ אחרת
.כאן בעיר אנחנו חיים
.כאן בארץ הנשמה שלי שלמה
The one who birthed us
lives in the breath of our children.
Our past and our future
are the images beyond and beneath
our present.