A Wind’s Blessing

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

May the wind

Fill your sail,

May your path

Never fail,

May you be spared

Facing gale

Or travail

And may good fortune

Prevail.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Wind

 

Walk This Way

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Walk this way

To the water

Where the goats

Cleared a path.

Walk this way

Where the feet

Of the ancients

Have passed.

Walk this way

Little brother

I will give you

My hand.

Walk this way

And together

Our adventures

Expand.

 

 

For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

 

Home Unlikely Home

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

A pot, a plate, a shelf, a hook.

A bed on wheels, food in a nook.

Unlikely home, perhaps, but look

At least you’ve got a place to cook!

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Be A Little Foreign

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Be a little foreign

To yourself.

Let corners of not-yet-seen

Within

Take a tour

Inside your mind.

Embrace

The unfamiliar parts of

You

Till they become

Another kind of

Home.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Journey Back, Journey On

 

As you travel paths of current days, new plans … remember times of past: The journeys never taken, the ones you had and wish you hadn’t, the ones you had and would again, the ones still left to seek and find.

Recall the feel of face against the window, the mist of breath on glass, the passing scenery, the whoosh of trucks, the sway of train, the rock of boat, the hum of plane.

Revisit muted conversations, real or invented, arguments and whining, complains and “I spy” games, “she’s touching me” and “99 bottles” songs.

Sensations, shared or private. Fall-asleep-legs, sticky vinyl against summer skin, hair in eyes, road grit, sweet treats, cold drinks. The heaviness of someone’s slumber on your shoulder, the lull of road weighing your own lids down.

And music. Radioed or piped through earphones. Sang loudly, hummed, internally known, ignored. The way the beat or words or both matched blur of blacktop under wheels or rain on windshield; the way it sometimes did not match at all.

Be still. Be rocked. Be moved. Be carried.

Allow yourself to be transported, taken back, imagined forward.

On this journey, your commute through life.

 

For The Daily Post

The Line

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Photo by: A. Barlev

 

They walk the line as morning comes

As new day draws its dawn,

They walk as night approaches close

And sunset sinks alone.

They walk the line of now and then

Of sand and rock, death, growth,

They walk as footsteps mark the soil

And press it deep with hope.

They walk where many walked before

With others not yet born,

They walk in dust of those who passed

Of stories told and torn.

They walk to sew new roads to life

Connections old as time,

They walk a line of young and old

Their hearts as close as mine.

For The Daily Post

A Far Away Home

 

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May there be a home for you,

At the end of every journey.

May there be a home for you,

No matter how far you’ve gone.

May there be a home for you,

At the pause of every breath.

May there be a home for you,

In the remotest place.

May there be a light left on for you,

To help you walk through dark.

May there be a warm hearth greeting you,

And love to bloom all sparks.

Heart Friend

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Let the sun rise on mornings

After nights of the soul

Long and dark

Cold with fury and worry

Seeking hold on

Tangled walls.

 

Let the sun rise on mornings

My heart friend

Worry naught.

Our hearts know

There are quarries

Earth alone

Leaves unsought.

 

Let the sun shine

On mornings

Bright as dawn on the sea

Fast to shed

All the fretting

Laughing, bursting to be.

 

Let the sun rise on mornings

One more time

Or few more

There are tides still awaiting

To curl foam

On your shore.

 

Let the sun rise

Within you

Have no fear

Time goes on.

It’s the soul deep within you

Knows the way

As it may

Not alone

Journey home.

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