Our Souls Need to be Curated
Poetry
What Did it Mean to be Forgotten
What did it mean to be forgotten
To let ones whole self fall without notice?
Family is as a spider’s web, as if you layed within you discovered you were indeed it’s prey
To be forgotten is:
To lost the voice you never had
To lost the power you could never attain
To walk wounded without knowing a wound
What did it mean to be forgotten
To suffered silences so grand even your memory would not allow you to
To suffered sadness so sad even your heart would not let you
To be ‘forgot’ is to never have existed in the minds of those around you in the first place
To have your hurt band-aided or bandaged by those whose best intentions don’t know it’s even there
To be but, not allowed to be
And to find out that within a web which you imagined was your support
That afterall you may end up in the spider’s mouth
Poetry
There is a generation of souls,
lost
We wander the earth,
wondering
For what?
Were we put here for
For months, weeks, days,
maybe only an evening
There is ecstasy when we meet
In close contact
There is such sweet kinship
Yet together, we are truly but speaks against a tide
Life will, trulySwallow you up
Between moments of joy
Or sadness
There are But the creases in our faces
reveal a sad pain
Modeh Ani
Modeh Ani L’fanecha
I travelled 60,000 miles around the world (five times) for you
Hadkodesh Baruchu and Yiddishkeit.
I travelled around the world, investigated 50-60 ethnic cultures, many many religions, I experienced old world, developing world, modern world, I experienced rugged, high class, classless, classy,
I had so much fun, I learned so much, I made more than a few mistakes,
But I held fast to my holy spark,
Which informed me,
That even in the farthest cultural places from my own Yiddiskeit, practically speaking,
I was still and indefatigably Jewish.
I traveled around the world to learn that just like these teeny tiny villages, whose total ethnic populations comprised of 400,000 spread across the region,
We too are a people, whose ways have in part been lost and who are mapping out a new web to be our old selves
Hashem-Let’s be Extra Thanksful this Thanksgiving
Hashem, thank You for giving me…me!
You inspire me by being truthful, not with how easy, but with how hard life is.
Your emes is freeing
Ten people can send out five emails one, each to the other,
And if I one evening I can write just one letter back
Baruch Hashem!
You inspire me with finding me and revealing others who admit the truth of life
Not dressed up, they shine light onto it’s darkness
Which I cannot eradicate
There will be many tears
Many setbacks
It will not go my way
But Your way
And Baruch Hashem!
My mission will be to learn and live your ways
Thank You
Thank You
Thank You!
T’shuva
T’shuva is the sweetest path. Like a bird.
Have you ever wondered what black flames in eyes are?
That’s a Jew
I Pray
I pray for
All those affected by
the crises of the past three months
וְאָ֣הַבְתָּ֔ אֵ֖ת יְהוָ֣ה אֱלֹהֶ֑יךָ בְּכָל־לְבָבְךָ֥
V’a-hav-ta eit A-do-nai Elo-he-cha,
B’chol l’va-v’cha,
May we all be strengthened
through these events
And speak G-d’s Praise
As a result
Adonai Tzevaot,
Continue to reveal yourself in all your many faces
Thank You
Thank You
מוֹדֶה אֲנִי
I acknowledge You
I thank You for your clarification and guidance through ideas
For Your sharpening and strengthening of my mind
For your blending of Feminine and Masculine divine wisdom in my soul
For the context, that You force me to seek out
For the strengthening and channeling of words and power
Through Gevurah
That the become manageable
That I may assimilate them easier
and Share them with others
I thank You for all the women you have inspired and encouraged of this generation
to bend the frontiers of knowledge I can see
And to all the men who sustain so many aspects of the tradition esoteric and divine
I thank You for forcing me to channel, to constrain, keep within a frame
I Praise You for making me, me
and sending me on this individual journey
Thank You
I give thanks
מוֹדֶה אֲנִי
I acknowledge You
No words, no thoughts, no scripts or fonts, no electric circuits, no power plants to fire them, no inventions, no meals cooked at home after those working in those power plants, no crops to supply food stores to those laborers to eat, to work at those power plants,
No learning, no education, no improvement has ever occurred without You,
No persistence, no determination, no change of perspective, no writing better, no writing more wholistically, has ever occured without You
No fingers have ever moved, minds have ever worked, inspiration has ever occurred without You
No clean furnished lodgings to write in, no electric or firelight to read and write by, no chairs to sit on, no pens to hold ink and preserve, no friends for companionship, tea to sip, no warmth in a bed has ever come without You
No feeling of safety, no feeling of security, no feeling of rest, without You
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