Photo: Atara Katz
The shot. The view.
The frame. The framed.
The light. The sight.
The day ahead.
Nuf said.
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Anecdotes of Life
Stay Focused
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Stay focused on what matters:
The smiles that gladden
The hugs that hold
The beauty that makes your heart quicken
The deep power of empathy
The healing breath of soul.
Stay focused
On the big picture
And on the
Details
That make it
Whole.
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On This Planet
Photo: Amitai Asif
Every day I am reminded
How very partial I am
To the multitudes of
Living things
Upon this Earth.
They are all part of me
Just as I am part of all.
You see,
Our air has been
A zillion times recycled
Through innumerable breaths.
Each drop of water has been
In every ocean
Swam in every river
Rained on every land.
Molecules have merged into our very selves
From all that is around us.
Life has birthed and died and birthed
Repeatedly
So many times
That we are indeed
Essentially
Not just of one planet
But all One.
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Pamper Someone Today
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Pamper someone
Today.
Cosset Mother Earth, and
Attend with care
To all her beings.
Indulge your loved ones, and
See to those who hurt.
Let others see to you.
Pamper someone
Today.
You will spoil nothing
By offering a plenty
In kindness
To others
And to you.
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Not Irrelevant
Photo: Ofir Asif
Do not let anyone tell you
That kindness
Is a privilege
For other times.
Do not let anyone convince you
That truth
Is peripheral
To the necessity of
Getting some things done.
Do not let anyone berate you
That hope is
Irrelevant
And you are somehow
Weak
For holding on
To empathy, veracity, civility, belief.
They are all
Relevant.
Especially
Now.
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Layer Not
Photo: Ofir Asif
Some photos of a layered world aren’t pretty. Some are there to remind us of history that shouldn’t have happened yet did: People stacked in slave ships’ holds. People forced to march. People warehoused in concentration camps. People massacred. People just like us … stripped of dignity. Dehumanized.
And yet. People they each were. Each one a universe of thoughts and soul and feelings. Each one worthy. Each a human being.
Layered in the bowels of our collective histories are memories that hurt as the agony they resurrect is peeled away so they be seen. And yet they may be there exactly to remind us what we should know … and never repeat.
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A Leaf’s Goodbye
Photo: Amitai Asif
At the turn of seasons
As days give in to added night
And cool air infiltrates
The warmth of sun,
A leaf’s goodbye.
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Mighty Layered
Photo: Amitai Asif
In the mighty desert
Old times loom.
Layers of crushed history
Pressed by ancient rain
By ash and mud
Bones and sand.
Carved craters
Cleaved by flaming travelers
Hurling from
Beyond the sun.
Pressed down eras
Sandwiched by eternity
And painted
In primordial
Deposits:
Iron
Copper
Lime.
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Layered Shelter
Photo: Inbar Asif
I am mesmerized by this photo of roof in Greece, taken by my niece (hey, I rhyme!).
The weathered slate, the overlapping chipped tiles that had seen more winters than any human could and many more still before they had been hewed into order by mankind to provide heavy, steady, shelter from rain and wind and sun.
The stark contrast of the chimney stone. Orderly. Newish. Mortar sandwiched between bricks. Standing out like a new-kid-on-the-block yet in truth only relatively … for it, too, had already seen life’s smoke swirl up to numerously different skies.
Even the odd bits. Leaning, slanted. Metal. Wood. A ledge. A mini-roof covered by yet another one. Mismatched and somehow all part of this layered shelter. Angled. Rough. Tangible.
A roof to rely on.
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“Just a Little Bit of Crumbs”
Photo: Knoell8504, https://commons.wikimedia.org/
It was a few minutes before dinner.
He wanted a cookie.
His mother said the timing wasn’t great. He’ll have to wait. Can get one for dessert.
He frowned. His lips turned down in a pout but puckered in consideration as his eyes inspected the contents of the transparent cookie jar.
“But maybe I can taste it now,” he bargained. “Just a teeny tiny cookie, like this,” he pointed to a broken piece at the bottom of the jar. “You see, Mama? Just a little bit of crumbs …”
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