The Poet

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.

For eighteen years I left

the night for the night.

I consolidated my body

into fragments of lovable

beauty.

It was only when my heart spoke,

that You listened.

‏חיפשתי אותך בעיניים שלו

‏זה לא מספיק לחשוב על האהבה

‏זה לא מספיק לחשוב על שלום

‏מלחמה לא חיה בחלומות שלנו

‏הם ‏מתו בשבילנו

A song

for those who cannot sing.

Your voice is running out.

Give me your burden.

Without a house,

my home is here.

A prayer

and a people.

If your love

is a gentle breeze

on a summer day,

you are heaven.

There is a certain dignity

in sorrow.

Every day

it is a different

word.

A different smile.

And it is always

the same love

that Hashem grants us

within their image.

You brought guns to the war.

Guns are not enough

against a heart

that builds

countries with a whisper.

You need love

to end it.

The sound of

prayer mixes

with the taste of lust.

When everything is still

we live within ourselves

to reflect upon the

noise of the week.

Receive my love

We have arrived

I am home

If I were the one

to open gates to you,

your smile’s weight

would be of

the sunrise and

heartache’s ghost.

Cry for you.

For I love you

and still I wish

to not need you.

How to chose

myself?

A child with no

fear is pure.