יותר חזק בארץ שלנו
מלהיות לבד
אך לבד חיינו.
The truest fear
of someone who hides
is to not be found.
הכי רחוק ממני
חי בתוכי.
איך יכול להיות
שהלב לא
מספיק?
מופשט עד הסוף.
אין שחור בלי לבן.
דרך ארוכה
הביתה בלי
אחים.
האישה הגבולית
לאן נסעת בחופשה?
המקום הקטן בתוכך
לא מתאים לכולם.
אבל בשבילך כן.
The more I float within your home
the more I become like the walls.
And I adore the colors but not shape is not mine.
הגבול לא מופיע
בגדר של נשים.
כי לנשום רק את הריח שלה
כמו לשכוח את הנשמה.
When ignorance is
bliss.
It is the softness of peace.
Lack of violence
lack of stress.
The Entrance to My Home
Light,
airy and singing come in.
Within the home
a futon bed,
lullaby flowers,
sheets of poetry and prayer adorn the walls.
The smell is of life
and embraced change.
How does the dream
play out
without us asking for more?
Built on and building towards.
Without fear.
On the tallest hill.
And how pure is progress without fear?
Borderless like stars
whose light has no end.
And whose years can
be measured differently
by the distance.
The intensity of Your love
allows me to unravel
into Your abundance.
You fell on your hands
like a waterfall who feeds itself
until it cannot.
There is no limit.
For I chase it without regard
-and I picture exhaustion
as the worst and best room.
Two walls and no roof,
no past, no future.
Only me here
with my exhaustion.
Your beauty is like the sun and moon;
you are brighter when closer to your lover.
I will speak to you
of sadness.
If to remember me is a burden.
Intoxication in fatigue
and clarity in hunger.
Until a single cry
we are all silent.
Night may include
loss of soul
or digestion of faces.
Destruction
Love
at the height of beauty.
Addiction
at the depths of wealth.