Either we are woken up by the alarm clock or by each other.
Let lovingkindness roll off your sleeve.
January 19, 2014 | 5:14 pm
Good Morning! Good morning!
It's what we're calling global warming.
Wake up to the coming cosmic day
or we'll end up dying for a past
that wasn't working anyway.
We've all been dreaming
and the cocks have certainly been sreaming
and the clocks have ticked us
into a life long coffee break,
and the coffee has tricked us
into thinking we're awake.
There is more. Contradictions and paradoxes, just let them all be true.
reveal what's inside.
Reveal to us Your heartfelt design. Rosh Hashana 2014
Each one a huge masterpiece.
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January 10, 2014 | 1:19 am
I have a wall too, you know, that doesn't want to be permeated, through to whom life seems too much,
I have to go home and mend like a cat licking its wound, patchwork on a plasma screen when we come close to each other, too.
Plato's cave is bare and wide- but it only goes as... read on
January 1, 2014 | 9:06 pm
How to love life?
to give it love?
pour onto it and see what grows
what if i loved you, Life?
(without life, I cannot know love….)
love is the little juice
life is the little fruit.
and I am a little bit of surrender and finally saying yes, it is worth it, without knowing that life spent all this time convincing me in the back around way,
yes, it is worth it to let the heart be touched by everything.
Falling in love again. Maybe I have been scared to. Maybe I am ready to take it on. This time, lovingly.
October 29, 2013 | 6:26 pm
Your love could fly, could be grounded
As if they were different.
Your love could ask questions
Be in the stillness of the deepest silence
Your love could pop up and make this world greener
And more full. Your love could sit back, receive
Revere women and men and children and worldliness
Could tend the truth of Our divinity.
October 22, 2013 | 9:58 am
October 17, 2013 | 6:46 am
The angels conceal themselves
from those who could see them (Avraham could see them)
To him they must call themselves men.
And the angels reveal themselves to those who
Would never see them as angels
But still to them (Lot would not see them) the angels are men.
And there was my heart
That had tried every day
And the first love he breathed
He looked at in its most natural way.
The early mercy became part
Of this tree and the red
Freedom peered and she began to
Put on orange stockings and
Walk to the news stand.