
Photo: Amitai Asif
There’s a brilliance
To the cosmos
That shines brighter than
All stars.
An artistry
To nature’s glory
That far exceeds anything
I can actually
Understand.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
There’s a brilliance
To the cosmos
That shines brighter than
All stars.
An artistry
To nature’s glory
That far exceeds anything
I can actually
Understand.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Amitai Asif
In the monotonous pace of desert hikes, there lies a meditative calm: as wispy trails rise and descend, as footpaths curl around a bend, as dirt turns palettes of light and shade, as layers pressed in rock clutch eras so long gone, they are quite literally written in stone.

Photo: Narcissus
It may be fashionable to be unkind,
To dismiss civility as weak
And see polite discourse
As reflecting ‘snowflake’ fragility.
One wonders, though,
About the price of bullish ways
On our children
Who are learning
Not what we say
But what we model.
Will they grow to celebrate insult
As denoting power,
And be enthused
By pseudo-charm;
Or will they see
The true resilience of empathy
So hate and war
Can finally be
Disarmed?
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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
This photo makes me smile.
The vistas and the light and play of shade and stream and sun, yes … But more than anything, the path and the story it tells: the measured step of the dad with the baby on his back, keeping one eye on the older one; the exuberant skip of the boy; the plastic bag tied to the father’s carrier, containing who knows what but probably some leftover drink and snack; the other people in the background, strolling, skipping, taking in the fresh air and the sights.
A timeless story. Set in any place, in every language. Humans walking from one place to another, the oldest mode of transport since we’d swung down from the trees to become bipedal and free up our hands.

Deny hate a room
In your heart
Anywhere.
Fill it instead
With soul truths:
The sweet breath
Of infants
Asleep against your chest.
Does not differentiate
Who is worthy of care.
Deny hate a room.
Allow compassion
Instead
To take hold
Everywhere.
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Not all interest
Pays dividends.
Not all attention
Is of value.
Too often what’s at stake
Is a diversion
To some bias of
Profit,
When in truth
The real returns
Are found in
Empathy, and
Real growth is in
Addressing prejudice,
Resolving hate
And healing
Conflict.
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Photo: Atara Katz
You are never too old
To grab hold
To get trim.
Give a hearty old
Swing
On an oddly
Abandoned
Neighborhood
Jungle gym.
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Photo: Dvora Freedman
In spite of crowded quarters
There evidently is a draw
To hanging
One’s own nest
In environs of unquestioned
Popularity.
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