L'Chaim

It's enough
Said Moses
To Korach

When his wife
Made him not
Know his place.

Enough, said
Samuel
To Saul

After he
Failed to see
His mistake.

So enough
Of you, too
My dear friend.

I'm happy
To have had
What we had

For as short
And as long
As it was.

It's been fun
It seemed grand
But that's life.

Selichot Nigun

"Yours, G-d, is the righteousness, and ours is the shamefacedness. What can we complain about? What can we say? What can we speak, and how can we justify ourselves? Let us search and examine our ways, and return to You, for Your right hand is extended to receive those who repent. We do not come before You with kindness, nor with good deeds. We knock at Your doors like paupers and like beggars. We knock at Your doors, Merciful and Gracious One, please do not turn us away empty-handed from Your Presence. Please do not turn us away empty-handed from Your Presence, our G-d, for You are the One who hears prayer." 

 

Selichót

 Selichót

No meio

Da madrugada

Saio 

Do quarto

Pra pedir

Perdão 

Do oitavo

Ao térreo 

Volto 

Inteiro

Refletindo

Sua perfeição.

Give and Take

There was a time
When all I sought
Was simple pleasure

Which then evolved
To seeking more the
Spiritual kind

Now even that
Cannot compare
To one small measure

Of knowing that
I took Your Name
And made it mine.

I am the Place

In memory of Neely Snyder and in honor of her heroic husband, Joshua.


I am the Place


In which you sit
Life, vest,
Oxygen, mask.

I am the belt
Holding you tight
Buckling and
Unbuckling.


I am the seat
That makes you float
If you hug me
Against your chest.


I am the One
Who comforts you,
Pilot signaling
It's safe to stand.




Note: "The Place" (HaMakom) is one of G-d's names, used primarily in the words of consolation used in addressing those in mourning, "sitting Shivah": May the  Omnipresent (lit. "the Place") comfort you among the mourners of Zion and Jerusalem."  

Tenth Sense

The Song

Of Mashiach

Is simple,

Its sound

Is the beat

Of the heart.

Its smell

Is pure

Inspiration,

Its sight

Is the light

Of the sun.

Its taste

Is new and

familiar,

Its touch

Is a hug

Nicely done.

Landing Again

Landing Again

I am
Here now,
And have
A G-d.

For Him,
I still
Never
Had left.

I hope
One day
To feel
That, too.