Directions

Directions

If it were
Up to me
I'd take on
Every stringency

I'd spend my days
In thought and prayer
From text to text
And lose myself in mystery

Then realize it never was
Or ever will be up to me.
It's always been about some
One else who begs us all

To go down to Him.

Yonah (Dove)

It's time 

To fly,

Ben Amitai

The trial is over,

Victory sealed

Our pact renewed

My truth revealed.

Now, shine your light

From miles away

Like those before

For those today.

It's not too early,

It's not too late.

Pour out your joy

My pure young mate.

Please be at peace

And sing My song

Let out your smile

Don't wait too long.

I Am Not

I Am Not
Interested
In idols
Of humans.
I'm Jewish
After all.

I wish I
Didn't need
Labels: white
Versus black
Man, woman
Short and tall.

I hope one
Day to care
Just for You
Who is Big
And not me
Who am small.

To break through
And connect
And just do
My best not
To need so
Many walls.

Yom Kippur

My love, in My eyes,
Is the apex of beauty.

My people are perfect
Like the cries of a child

Never a fall
From which it doesn't recover.

Not a single blemish
That I can't brush aside.

It always looks tall
From the top of My shoulders.

Calm and collected
As it's held in My arms.

The Market of Shabbos

I want to get to a place

Where I don't have the time

To think about images

Too busy in cycles of 

Informing and exchanging

Taking flight and upgrading

Deciphering and deplaning

Keeping up with the beat

Of the conductor,

The master of

Prayer.