Photo: Amitai Asif
Not quite done
Not quite grown
Not quite seen
Not quite known
Almost here
Almost time
Life suspended
Redifined.
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Almost There
Reflections
Extravagant Life
Photo: Atara Katz
Climb up life’s
Tallest peaks.
Let the view
Hike your breath
Up a click.
Pause and be.
Hold and see.
There’s no moment
Ahead
More prodigal
Than this.
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Get Cozy
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Let yourself
Get cozy
With empathy.
Snuggle up
To kindness.
Lean into
Open hearts
And gentle
Minds.
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Spill The Beans
Photo: Amitai Asif
Spill the beans
On what is
And never
Should’ve made
Secret.
Share the stories
You know
And others
Also
Have lived.
Find the balance
Between
Private stashes
Of sorrow
And the tender joys
To be had
In remembering
Both.
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In Theory
Photo: Ofir Asif
“In theory,” she said,
“The world’s all you need it to be.”
“In theory,” he nodded,
“It is indeed already so.”
They slacked their thirst
As the hypothesis of plenty
Sprawled below them,
Undulating hope.
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By Degrees
Photo: Ofir Asif
As life flows
Growth unfolds
Slow ascent through
Time foretold
Small steps tolled
Wisdom dolled.
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Relocate
Photo: Inbar Asif
Let your mind
Pull up stakes
From its old
Dusty space.
Let your heart
Relocate
To a wider
Warm place.
Open eyes
To new shores.
Plant ideas
Expand more.
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Set in Stone
Photo: Amitai Asif
There are eons of old
Set in stone
Pressed in rock.
Do you hear them
Or not
Do you know
What you’re told
Can you feel part of all
That had gone
And which may
Or may not
Come along
To live on?
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Glint and Shine
Photo: S. Levenberg
May the light
Spark the day
Glinting awe
On its way.
May the waves
Hug the sand
As your heart
Understands.
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Seal Serenity
Photo: Atara Katz
The repose of this seal makes me smile … The serene surrender to a nap, oblivious to walkers by; the wannabe-seals of the rocks behind; the temporary real-estate afforded by low tide; the breathing surf that must be humming onto sand; the calm potential for the world around.
Na'ama Yehuda 
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