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”
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!”
“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…
Elaboration on previous post “Dirty Hands” check it out
Shalom, Salam to you my dear friends,
I would like to share a thought I had, perhaps many of you can identify with it. If you follow this amazing blog, you might’ve read my recent post which as Paul put it “generated quite a discussion.” Two nights after posting it, the comment section was overflowing with comments and I couldn’t fall asleep.
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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 morning sun breaks through the density of the dark forest night, signaling to me that another day dawned. A day like the many that preceded, one of ceaseless search and hopeless attempts of finding my out of this lonely nightmarish forest, to the Promised Land. The map I acquired was insufficient for it was written in old letters and the diagrams seemed outdated. So I decided to find the path on my own, Continue reading “My Dilemma”
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”
The atmosphere’s dusty
Dirt replaced oxygen
Drinking water is dirty
The road’s grease slimy
Ashes from fumes and engines Continue reading “Winter Rain”
“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”
“A heart that never doubted. A field unplowed. Peaceful. Undisturbed. Fruitless. Barren.”