The Poet

This glass casket

is a cold home

for a body made of gold

‏איך לגור

‏איך לגור

How to live?

That is,

a thousand miles pass me

by.

I forget waiting.

I forget the night.

It was only days

in which we

found each other.

It was only years

in which we left.

Why does love melt love?

I melt you

You become me

Why does nobody go

where nobody goes? 

I see people I know

in all the people I know

I see myself

Enough in them

To stretch 

the sky 

To open its borders 

and peak out 

What are you

doing in my home?

So silent

and full of desire

Before the fall

we were

more than sixteen and a half

million

You left us

less than

we were

Still recovering

Still stronger

I.

The more I learn of myself,

the less identity I have

II.

and I am looking

outside myself

Despite

that

it is all within me

III.

A beating heart

is everything I have

The fruit

forgets its bitter taste

to ripen

There is one act

behind a thousand intentions.

There is choice

and there is

freedom.

Here,

we have no

wisdom of tomorrow.

We will be our own

selves,

I fear.

I heard a voice

small and sweet.

I turned to see a ghost

I had hoped

was my sister.

In two thousand

years,

I did not see my

city.

My city waited

for me.

It kept its silence.

And on the day

I arrived,

our embrace

made me whole.

Do not make me forget you.

I am a whisper

a beautiful whisper

and I speak prayers

or nothings to my own

self

and my mother ignores

how I sound

Because if she were to

listen I

would be

ashamed.

“He is without order”

is written in some person’s book

to describe the openness

of glass as it covers

every inch

of your face.

Even when the glass looks like skin

your hands and your fingers cannot

wipe your tears

without falling from your body.

I see you and I cannot breathe

And being is more fruitful

than not being

Butterflies

Your hands on my plate

My fullness in the wind

I read Rumi

I sigh

I breathe

I am both

of the dirt and of Hashem

it is difficult to find the line that is drawn

Be

with all of you

Be

from your toes to your spine

and your eyes

Be

for the ones

that cannot be

Be

and know you

are loved

‎‎תן לי את הזהב שלך

במשפחה שלי הזהב חי בארון
‎בארון הקטן שאף אחד לא יודע איפה הוא
‎‏הארון הזה מלא זהב
‎ובנינו את הארון
ושמנו בו זהב כל יום במשך שנים
‎חשבנו שנהיה שמחים עם הזהב שלנו
‎אבל אף אחד לא יודע לאן הארון נעלם

‎תן לי את האהבה שלך

The sound of your love

is ringing in my ears.

And few know this:

to be you is to be me.

I walk with my hands to the ground,

forgetting my feet.

My rose

is your rose

Your forsaken

flower and I

are close to

becoming lovers

Do not leave me,

a sound in the cave

I hear whispers on my way

Find me here

But who do you cry for?