POEM: The Blur of Words (Rosh Hashanah)
The blur of words on these praying days . . . (Click image to read more)
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POEM: What to Remember (Rosh Hashanah)
What is the most important thing to remember every day? (Click image to read more)
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POEM: The End of the Bouquet
The bouquet begins full, each flower shouting out its joy in a cacophonous
celebration of life energy . . . (Click image to read more)
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POEM: Let me remember You (Parashat Re’eh)
O Lord when the wind does blow, let me remember You (Click image to read more)
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POEM: There is a Flow
There is a flow that wants to pour through you like a drinking glass filling with liquid. (Click image to read full poem)
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POEM: Let Gentle Enter
Let Gentle enter and swim through your veins, soothing and dissolving burrs . . . (Click image to read full poem)
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POEM: “Come See the Eggs!”
I could argue with this shame, but I have not found that shame responds well to lectures. (Click image to read full poem)
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POEM: Yachatz (Passover)
We break the matzah in half, hetzi,because our hearts need to be broken open, pierced (as if by an arrow, a hetz),just a crack, enough for the winedrops of redemption to drip their slowfast way in and remake uswhole. It hurts — this breakingand our growing knowing of the broken. We are opening to oni, to onlyto lack and
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POEM: Broken Basket
On my walk around the neighborhoodI came across a broken basketLying abandoned on the side of the walkTwo-toned, earth-colored, woven wickerA once sturdy body with still firm handles Now a tear on one side, askewFlattened and downtrodden by rain and mudNo longer a basket shapeNo longer able to hold anything — Other than my despairWhich came
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POEM: Until You Don’t Know (purim)
Ad delo yada*“Until you don’t know” Keep celebrating until you can’t tell until they seem the same:Esther and Vashti us and them. The invitation is not to know but still to care — to send out colored bags to the hungry and the not hungry,to include them all. Maybe it’s easier to carewithout taking on the weight of judgment
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