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 18 Nov 2005 @ 05:22
a love poem to my daughter
serenades the house
her essence scents the room
the couch begs her to stay
She enters the door
and silence starts to sing
fear dwindles, life lightens
the idiocy of others fades into irrelevance
What is love
till this daughter arrives?
It pales even sighs in dim peaks
what is happiness
till this daughter returns?
a low thud in a sinking heart
rise, oh soul felt laughter
as daughter walks this silent floor
the earth is her living room
the sky her endless trail
november 18th
judih More >
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 12 Nov 2005 @ 06:59
Moreover / Walking the walk
By Gal Karniel [link]
Thursday afternoon, Germany-Israel
Sabine Lichtenfels, 50, who was a nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize as part of the 1,000 Women for Peace project, began her pilgrimage to Jerusalem in June, in Germany's Black Forest.
"Instead of building a tank, they should build a research tank for peace," she says, describing her vision. "Humanity needs to change its thinking." Under the motto "the humanization of money," she is trekking with a backpack, a sleeping bag, a change of clothes, a cell phone for sending e-mails and a journal, without a cent in her pocket. "I decided to go without money and I gave away all the money I had."
She reached Israel two weeks ago after walking through Germany, Austria, Italy and Greece, from which she flew. Now she is sleeping in a tent near Harduf and ventilating her feet in trendy Crocs shoes with holes. "From all the walking, I sometimes got blisters on my feet. I love walking because it's an integration of thought and movement, but I'm not the athletic type at all."
She was born in Munster in northern Germany and studied theology. She left the church "because I saw that theology was primarily a history of wars." In 1978, she helped found a revolutionary student movement ("Capitalism is the source, the reason for crime and war on the planet"). More >
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 6 Nov 2005 @ 16:15
The word 'leave' is a loaded emotion. Loved ones leave. Friends who need to move on leave. Those who give up on a mutual path, leave.
Children leave.
Grandparents leave.
Leave, if you leave......
How threatened am I if another leaves?
How insecure am I if my social circle gasps a gap?
We are all related. We are all entangled as Ming brought up in a blog a while ago [link]
We are in this together.
Cecil Lee,[link] a painter and phar lepht zennist said:
"No man is an island nor should he attempt to live like one. We must connect. We must complete our journey."
We who are now together in this time and space intersect for this moment. Yet, sure as the eye blinks and the sound of a song fades away, we all must continue on our paths.
Our paths may grow distant, but our connection will never die away. Even as we each follow our individual destinies, as we travel the road that makes up our journey, we will always be joined at the heart. More >
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 29 Oct 2005 @ 06:04
I've been suddenly struck with intense New York City longing. It happens now and then.
I suddenly smell a concrete Sunday morning, or visualize a Coney Island moment and tears of longing just well up inside.
You, who now live in a new location, possibly under a new name, do you suddenly find yourself the passive victim of interminable nostalgia for the Old Country?
And what do you do to deal?
Please let me know. I don't wanna say I don't love this new place I call home, but all the same, there's a huge vein of deja vu soul patiently stuck in a place I can't get to.
Does this happen to you? And what do you do?
sample of me trying to cope:
Puffin ions at the Fairground
New York tears
puffin ions at the fairground
skyscrapin memories
so close, so utterly distant
touch the smells of bagel steam
chestnut impressions of walk stop walk
how much for a lazy extra moment?
no time no time
sidewalk pushes me past my address
seatbelted, glued to a timeline
electric trivia sparks from behind
how much for a slower passage?
on the splendid dinosaur
polished and painted bright
seizing the brandished diatribe
how much for a cheap seat on the aisle?
oct 29/05
judih
(help! - send me some NYC) More >
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 25 Oct 2005 @ 04:56
24/25 Rosa!
Rosa Parks
you, woman of simple strength
sitting when sitting was a crime
standing up for what you believe,
when what you believed was ignored
changing history in a single decision
inspiring a country with a one-track mind
freedom claimed
when freedom was denied
and here you've gone and died
i won't forget
i won't forget to remind others
i won't forget to do as you did and did again and again
the fight became your fight
the abstractions became facts
i won't forget
dear Rosa Parks
Rosa Parks died Monday, October 24th at the age of 92. Thank you for living your life, dear lady.
judih haggai
oct 25, Israel time.
See Yahoo News:[link] More >
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