“Poetry. Is writing for creative, lazy people.
Its audience is the bored, even lazier people.
I can elaborate, but it won’t sound as poetic…”
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.
Through the forest of doubt
The path to clarity is paved
The darkness of confusion
Ignites the torch of wisdom Continue reading “The Labor of Thought”
“One who has one hundred craves two hundred. When he acquires the two hundred, he craves four hundred. Therefore, no one dies with [more than] half of his wishes in his hand” (Ecclesiastes Rabbah 1:13)
Us humans, are by nature satisfaction-craving beasts. We cannot survive without purpose, and living by that purpose is what gives us satisfaction. The purpose depends on what every person feels to be his calling. Continue reading “Milestones and Stumbling Blocks”
Any hobby that I ever had, took me through four stages. Continue reading “I am officially addicted”
Year 2016 is apparently an ugly stain on the fabric of USA history and its people. It was a year of divisive politics, anger, controversial statements, and to some ‘missed opportunities.’ For me, however, 2016 taught me more about closeness than distance. Continue reading “The New World”
“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…
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 The map I acquired was insufficient for it was written in old letters and the diagrams seemed outdated.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”
“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”