At what
You think
Is a
Low Point
In what
You think
Is a
Bad day
Take a
Deep breath
Say a
Thank you
And watch
How it
Beautifully unfolds.
THE KABBALAH OF TIME: The Jewish Calendar is the master key to unlock the hidden rationale behind the formal structure of ancient sacred texts, as well as to understand and experience the most profound mystical concepts, which reveal the spiritual energy of each week, serving as a practical guide for self-analysis and development.
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Weekly Cycle
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Be Maccabees
Musical Adaptation by the very talented Stephanie Romay, more information at https://www.facebook.com/ellayelmusic
I wish I could tell you
Everything is ok.
I wish I could say it
Everyday.
I wish I could tell you
Let's just go on our way
No looking, holding back
Anymore.
But I can't.
What I can tell you is
It WILL be ok
Everything's according to
His way.
But that doesn't mean that
There's not a lot to do
To pretend so is simply
Not true.
And I can't.
And yes, life is good,
Yes, G-d is good,
There's so much to thank
And enjoy
You know it's not easy
To be Maccabbees,
At peace while still
At war.
Yet, we can. Yes we can.
Monday, October 29, 2012
The Older You Get
Time really does start to fly,
And not only when you're having fun.
You race to try to catch it, catch up,
To feel more, be more, not to miss out,
But the moments still pass right by.
Hard to tell the present from the past,
What was from what is momentarily.
It's not so much about you anymore,
What you are and what you could be,
But only about what you can give.
That becomes the only true measure
of time.
And not only when you're having fun.
You race to try to catch it, catch up,
To feel more, be more, not to miss out,
But the moments still pass right by.
Hard to tell the present from the past,
What was from what is momentarily.
It's not so much about you anymore,
What you are and what you could be,
But only about what you can give.
That becomes the only true measure
of time.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Now and Here
Now and Here
I yearn for
A language
That all
Can hear.
A message
For once
Not based
On fear.
A prayer
For peace
To bless,
Endear.
For light that
Is sweet,
Human,
Sincere.
For breath that
Is felt
From afar
And from near.
A vessel
That's true,
Present
And clear.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Hypertension
Hypertension
My Heart is attacked
My Joseph in flames
Inpatient admission
Strong pulse still remains.
My Joseph in flames
Inpatient admission
Strong pulse still remains.
David's divided
Arteries and veins
His doctors are reckless
His arms are enchained.
Arteries and veins
His doctors are reckless
His arms are enchained.
Truth will not sprout
Without fertile ground
In a Mount full of foxes
No search for a hound.
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