Believe

 

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

Believe we can.

Believe we will.

Believe the way is there

Still,

To achieve.

Believe good lasts.

Believe hearts care.

Believe compassion

Matters,

Everywhere.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

The Bewitching Hour

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Bathed in magic purple light turned pink turned orange-gold,

Along the banks of river swam since days of old,

A raft of mama-ducks leisure their ducklings home.

 

 

For Tuesday Photo Challenge

Three Line Tale: Opener

 

The stage is set to hushed repose

Incipient characters rush forth

Turn simmering muse to full on prose.

 

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Want to join in the Three Line Tales fun? Here’s how:

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Happy three-lining!

 

For Three Line Tales Week 88

Accommodating

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Photo: Cuba, Inbar Asif

 

My immediate association to today’s word prompt of “Elastic ” was about the dire need for more flexibility. How important it is we be able to curl our mind around the bend of preconception so we can appreciate beyond “our idea of beautiful” or “our opinion of correctness.” It’s become fashionable to be rigidly unyielding, to confront instead of listen, to seek conformity instead of be accommodating.

As if acceptability lives by a single yardstick and Photoshop.

We cover over imperfections. We discard or deny any marring exists. We seek the shiny new. People get judged more by their circumstance of birth than by how pliable their hearts are or how truly resilient they have proven to be in holding on to kindness even in the face of oh-so-much that wasn’t.

As I wrote this a notification appeared for Steve McCurry’s post about the “Art of Imperfection” and the power of Wabi-Sabi — the Japanese practice of finding harmony and beauty in what is simple, natural, and modest, where transience and imperfection are part of the aesthetic. How perfectly apt.

Here’s to beauty in the marred.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

World Genius

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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

Walkabout

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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.

 

For The Photo Challenge

Voguish

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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?

 

 

For The Daily Post

Pedestrian

 

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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.

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

No Vacancy

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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.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post