Set in Stone

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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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Heart Percussion

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Photo credit: Vito Perrini

 

May the percussion of your heart

Beat not staccato in your core

But breathe legato in your soul

To sing vibrato to your whole.

 

 

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On This Planet

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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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Dignified

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Lighted path (Photo credit: unknown)

 

 

There’s ennobled a path

For each person

Who strives

To live life

Reverently enough

To keep all

Dignified.

 

 

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Organize

 

 

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An Incoming Storm

 

 

Organize

To call hate by its name.

Mobilize

To tamp it with the fact:

That we all are equal

All human

All the same.

 

Organize

To nip the flames of violence

By speaking up

For truth.

Assemble

Not in fire

But in numbers

Old and youth.

 

Organize

To let terror have no place

It has no valid

Salute.

Marshal

Not guns or clubs

But tolerance

It is the only nationality

The one acceptable

Route.

 

 

 

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Elemental Moment

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Photo Credit: A. Asif

 

This photo taken by a family member during an extended trip, captures all the elements of life for me: The water that laps at the stone hearth; the dirt and rocks upon which the fire burns; the wood the earth had allowed the growth of; the small sample of water that the fire warms up to cook with other products of the earth – of water, air, light, and earth – to feed, fuel, and maintain the breath of those who walk upon it; the wisps of smokes blown by the breeze like tendrils of exhalations. And time … in the brief anticipation of a meal, the eternity of cycles of all life, the waning light of day, the push and pull of tides upon the water. Also relationships – the connections that sustain and maintain us – the meal soon-to-be-shared, the basking in the calm rest that follows a day of hard hiking. A completeness of a moment, and the story it tells of the moments that preceded and the ones upcoming.

 

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Soul of Soil

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Do not soil the soul of soil

With harm

And hatred.

Do not foul the loam of life

By sowing death.

Walk gently on the earth

That holds the lot of us.

All water that flows on

And under

Has flown everywhere

Before

Belongs to no one

More.

Do not soil the soul of soil

With war.

It is unholy.

Antithetical

To growth.

It stains all harvest

Red

With tears

And broken hearts.

Enriches only

Pain

And sorrow’s scars.

True stewardship

Demands

We find

Uphold

Maintain

A common ground.

 

 

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Heart Tethers

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

There’s a tether that connects the hearts of care, the souls of kindness. It is tangible. It is sublime. It has a quality of light which bridges time and place, happenstance and circumstance.

It is not about words. Or at least not exactly. It is the way one can be seen: if known by name or face or only by the recognition of a shared humanity. It is the way one can be heard: by action or response, reflection or emotion, by prayer and by thought. It is the way we all are one, essentially, affected by the pains and joys that grip even those whom we may not know, and yet are part of us, in one way or another.

There is a tether that fetters heartbeats to the expressions of another. It is seen in young and old as mirror neurons and empathy weave the tapestry of wisdom and pulse with compassion.

There is a tether interlinking who we each are with who we can be. It exists in sharp relief to whom we might become if we risk the loss of that which nourishes what ticks within.

“It is a chain to care,” some say, reluctant of obligation. “A leash. A hindrance to independence.”

Not so, for it is not restraint, but rather a foundation. A cornerstone of interconnection. We are none of us truly an island, and all part of a shared future: the air, the earth, the water, the resources, the young and old, the hearts and minds.

 

 

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Collaboration

Passion Fruit plants: Intertwined

Photo-Jason Groepper

The earth, the air, the water;

The sun, the sea, the dust of stars;

The times that passed and built the present;

Things nascent now that

Have not yet become –

All intertwined.

We’re none of us alone

Or separate.

Aware or not,

Collaboration

Is and always been

The only way

For life

Aligned.

 

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