When I was young I had a dream
In the dream I had wings,
I flew like an eagle
Taller than mountains, vaster than sea
Over fields of never ending green
Rivers and rain forest and deserts
Animals and beasts and fish
People of white brown and olive Continue reading “Flying and Falling”
I saw my friend Benzion walking around lost in his thoughts. I approached him curiously and inquired what he was meditating about. He took a sip from his coffee and with a smirk on his face he told me:
“Before doing a good or deed for man or God, it is crucial to prepare your soul; mentally and emotionally. When doing something virtuous with spontaneity, the effect on your soul will disappear as fast as it came. However, the preparation doesn’t always have to be before the action; you can prepare afterwards, too!
I’m preparing myself for some charity I gave this morning!”
Continue reading “Preperation”
Ever since I can recall, there was a dream in my heart.
The day will come and I will climb the hill and reach the Land of Promise, the promise of quiet and peace. It is an atmosphere where the sun shines but does not burn, the wolves cry but do not scare. I will assemble the sheep in the meadow by the shrill of my whistle, walk them to the brook and comfort them with the song of my flute. I can visualize the birds chirping in the blue sky, a breeze stroking the tree’s branches like a harp adding harmony and magnificence to my tune. This melody exists only in my dreams for its scales are too delicate and sound too tender to be recorded and played outside of that Land. Continue reading “Song of Songs”
When the poet has an inspiration, when the scholar has an idea, when the journalist has a breakthrough, they feel an unbearable urge to express their findings to others. They will usually meditate over their lexicon and chose words painstakingly and meticulously, one by one. They will then weave the words to each other and blends them together in beautiful harmony. Behold, a piece of art! Continue reading “Plagiarism and Humility”
They say “a picture speaks a thousand words”, regarding my tapestry I say: the needlework speaks millions of words. To the visitor in my home, the needlework is a beautifully knitted picture of Kever Rachel (Rachel’s Tomb). In our tradition Rachel is the ultimate mother of Israel, the mother who cares and cries for her children, as the prophet says: Continue reading “The Story of a Tapestry”