I find it interesting that david never wrote if god is my light and my salvation then I will not fear. it is already here like olam habah waiting to be realized. god is my strength whom shall i dread. archaicly this means to regard with awe. so perhaps it is not a question of whom shall i dread externally if god is my strength but that god is my strength whom I shall be in awe of.
what is light
salvation
strength
salvation gives the sense that we live in eternity now. but light can bring that back to a point which to follow, a guide, and so it is a distant Thing.
and the strength, to not forget thee oh jerusalem.
this is still blurry in moments
we see wrong with the world which could be seeing wrong with ourself in projection.
and so tikkun nefesh/tikkun olam is a perfecting in this worldd. my tehillim book writes before this tehila that david wants to study torah all day so that he may reach perfection and gain merit in the world to come.
all this now for then bothers me some
torah is truth...in any form perhaps. some resonance in which you realise god or love or ein sof and if you study this all day then it is the world to come.
but what is god?
proceed when ready
post script: GOOD SHABBES LABBES
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
schadenfreude
my mind jitters from the kilned cup of caffeine.
it is mid-morning
and a fire truck as red as a crayon
and as invasive as a siren
jolts my novel mind
and switches on my compassion.
all you can do is touch your toes.
it is mid-morning
and a fire truck as red as a crayon
and as invasive as a siren
jolts my novel mind
and switches on my compassion.
all you can do is touch your toes.
day made
the drizzle has us huddle to the pier
and as we duck and giggle
the storm lifts
spraying shelled sand in our eyes.
the sea swells.
i feel a part of this community
under the pier.
i am alive again.
and as we duck and giggle
the storm lifts
spraying shelled sand in our eyes.
the sea swells.
i feel a part of this community
under the pier.
i am alive again.
this is my favorite time at the beach
when the wind is strong and deafening
spraying sea.
when lovers come to be
and hold hands.
when the seagulls fly backwards
and the beach is cliffed
boasting its shell mosaic
and picnics.
when you have to run from the waves
mid-chapter
and treasure hunters cut the waves with hope.
when old men meet to talk about their wives
and other business deals.
when families are calmed
from the sun.
when i am surrounded by everything
and nothing.
spraying sea.
when lovers come to be
and hold hands.
when the seagulls fly backwards
and the beach is cliffed
boasting its shell mosaic
and picnics.
when you have to run from the waves
mid-chapter
and treasure hunters cut the waves with hope.
when old men meet to talk about their wives
and other business deals.
when families are calmed
from the sun.
when i am surrounded by everything
and nothing.
how to kill an orchid
the sound of a cork releasing
the wonders of an eighty dollar
bottle of wine
oozes affluence.
we listened to fireworks
to celebrate something
we all didnt believe in.
some were reminded of the killing
of brothers falling as they ploughed.
while we cheered.
(gunpowder exploding into the purple sky
and smoke drifting, forgotten, into the stars.)
the wonders of an eighty dollar
bottle of wine
oozes affluence.
we listened to fireworks
to celebrate something
we all didnt believe in.
some were reminded of the killing
of brothers falling as they ploughed.
while we cheered.
(gunpowder exploding into the purple sky
and smoke drifting, forgotten, into the stars.)
youre not supposed to eat your salad first
peacemakers
perhaps we realise that this isnt ours to behold
exchanging color as we do breath, unconsciously.
the seventy-seven degree retreat keeps me
low and unstimulated
and hungry.
his smile is like a cotton-ball-cheeked pleasance.
he pumps green veins through teeth
giving us sweet ambrosia, elixir i know.
i need to color between your lines
and keep from running further.
it is so tempting.
the nutrients are in the rind.
its good for your prostate
and pink, and sweet.
perhaps we realise that this isnt ours to behold
exchanging color as we do breath, unconsciously.
the seventy-seven degree retreat keeps me
low and unstimulated
and hungry.
his smile is like a cotton-ball-cheeked pleasance.
he pumps green veins through teeth
giving us sweet ambrosia, elixir i know.
i need to color between your lines
and keep from running further.
it is so tempting.
the nutrients are in the rind.
its good for your prostate
and pink, and sweet.
Avodah
you know those moments
when you click on
when you realise your purpose in the moment
and the day is so strong of now-memories?
to absorb dark and rid it to light
to recreate balance
i just had one
"nature loves the idea of the individual, if not the individual itslef - and the point of a goldfish is pizazz"
when you click on
when you realise your purpose in the moment
and the day is so strong of now-memories?
to absorb dark and rid it to light
to recreate balance
i just had one
"nature loves the idea of the individual, if not the individual itslef - and the point of a goldfish is pizazz"
In the Wood
Sometimes
I imagine what it would be like
to wake up every morning
for my face and my name
and personally trained shakes
and boulevard sprees.
Sometimes
I imagine what dog i'd invent.
Sometimes
I imagine if i'd learn my driver's name
and smile at my waiters.
Sometimes
i imagine if i could smile more than i do
and if it could ever be real
when followed by a flash
I imagine what it would be like
to wake up every morning
for my face and my name
and personally trained shakes
and boulevard sprees.
Sometimes
I imagine what dog i'd invent.
Sometimes
I imagine if i'd learn my driver's name
and smile at my waiters.
Sometimes
i imagine if i could smile more than i do
and if it could ever be real
when followed by a flash
Sunday, August 9, 2009
home...home
home is as it is and i dont want to be alone in this red place. i want to play with people who have faith as i do and are dreamy and spirited and give me hugs just because and smile because they see me and look into my eyes and say namaste. this journey takes me back and forth to places that make sense and those that dont and help me remember that i am moving forwards and not backwards.
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