I listen to You.
Within the gut of a still desire, I trust
You place me where I belong.
Us
We are one people
within one much larger people
and we are all the same
and we are all different.
You are I
I am You.
We are beautiful and we guard ourselves.
In order to live.
I wish for you to love you. Until believing in Hashem is intuitive.
Because how could this universe be an accident,
and how could you not have a purpose?
The belief that comes from deep within is the same belief that allows me to know You and Your creations.
When Your day of peace exits
I have lost my second soul.
There is no way to placate the loss,
just wasting for her to return.
You fought and you are tired. Still, your beauty does not lessen and your kindness persists.
They see you from behind the curtain.
It is not a surprise or a falsehood.
It is only shame you will grow out of.
The borders are sometimes minute changes in light.
How do we define our neighbors from ourselves?
Why define when we are the same?
The truest hope is faith.
You carry it in your pocket or
on your face at its peak.
Night breathes a lesser me.
A fear of shadows brings her home.
The sound has no affect on us in silence. I may ask many times for forgiveness, but only to be closer to You. My heart sings to You with tiny whispers, sometimes with cries.
Beneath this armor
I am so close to my love.
I felt the pain of my past.
A heavy heart that carries more than I
is not so far from me.
It is my choice of either living there and suffering
or being in this moment.
The dream self did not choose to be dreamt of
but I had no choice except to think of her until she became me.
He imbued them with wisdom of the heart -Shemot
Sanctifying the profane is the
reunification of a people.
The distance between us when you fall is a cliff because we can not both be unconscious.
I hope for you to always feel at home.
Within yourself and within your country.
My mother will buy us a home on this hill,
lit by sun and surrounded by many green hills.
I want you to know that happiness is a home
with family and a garden,
something to hold close.
If life did not hold me
with the softest hug,
I would not wake up
until the beauty came back.