Loneliness

My feelings when around people… [especially public gatherings and ceremonies] 

 

I reside with others, but live alone

I walk with others, but dance alone

I converse with others, but talk to myself Continue reading “Loneliness”

My little War of Independence

Parenting is complicated, to say the least. It’s the lesson we learnt in adolescence; when our parents were selfish, paranoid, control-freaks. It was then, when we swore by our conscience that we will give our children all the ‘space’ and ‘independence’ in the world and God forbid not perpetuate the closed parenting we inherited. Continue reading “My little War of Independence”

Flying and Falling

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”

Followers?

There seems to be an unspoken objective in the world of social media, and that is to gain as many “followers” or “friends” as possible. To the blogger, or any artist for that matter,  a new ‘follow’ is not only a validation of his skills, it is a legitimization of the feelings that he is attempting to convey. Moreover, it is the sense of approval that motivates the poet to sing, the writer to write, the musician to play and in our case the blogger to blog.

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My merry-go-round

One November evening I passed by the playground. I remember the playground from my youth, always robust with action. Many children running around carelessly, others playing hide and seek, Little girls giggling while jumping on the trampoline, Continue reading “My merry-go-round”

Take me out

“Daddy, wanna come out!” Child cries from crib
Sorry, sunshine! Not till the morning.
“When is the morning already???”
I don’t know my child. I’ve been asking that for a while…
Let’s wait together…

Mozer

 

Song of Songs

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”

The Song of the Universe

“You shall know, that every blade of grass has his unique melody

You shall also know, that when the sheep graze in the meadow and hear the song of the grass, each lamb and goat joins and sings along with their own song Continue reading “The Song of the Universe”

The Story of a Tapestry

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”