my religion is not outrage but the flower that blooms in the wintertime knowing that all distance and disdain are a passing and that night gives birth to us in the presence of stars.
open yourself to all the ways you are closed for the gates only tremble when you close yourself to all the ways you believe you are open. give to others by refusing to give of yourself, for the gates only part when you quiet yourself to receive the expressed need of another and at last, … Continue reading shaarei tefilah or why we ought to turn away from the gates
who knew we were standing in the shadow of buildings this whole time some of us even forgot the sky. how remembrance must be earthly straight there in front of us and yet, heaven-facing, always beyond us.
i was taught to bend like a reed but was planted here, stiff and unmoved like a cedar and from this slanted soul, jewish worlds did split pulling all the inhabitants, unbearably, apart until all that was left was the destruction and the moaning. but then, in came beauty that withstood being ugly and from … Continue reading how the earth became a home
the trenches were empty now and between loss and limb, an otherworldly whisper- “the warzone you have been fighting in is, willfully, a pasture” and from the blood-soaked battlefield, plants enough to outlive even death.
Love is not the possession of commandments stone Or a lover's banner dangling pleasingly upon the skin But, the moment after the last song is sung and all the wine has all been drunk. When only woundedness And the revelation of a prolonged aching keep us company. Love lives here. Unmasking and detaching And for … Continue reading love on the edge of stones and bitterness
and woman is a bird who arrives at the end carrying us to a new beginning (we thought we were torn, like paper, but really, we were making room for our wings).