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Friday, August 31, 2012


It's enough
Said Moses
To Korach
When his wife
Made him not
Know his place.
Enough, said
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.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

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." 




No meio

Da madrugada


Do quarto

Pra pedir


Do oitavo

Ao térreo 




Sua perfeição.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

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

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."  

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Tenth Sense

The Song
Of Mashiach
Is simple,

Its sound
Is the beat
Of the heart.

Its smell
Is pure

Its sight
Is the light
Of the sun.

Its taste
Is new and

Its touch
Is a hug
Nicely done.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Landing Again

Landing Again
I am
Here now,
And have
A G-d.
For Him,
I still
Had left.
I hope
One day
To feel
That, too.

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