On This Planet

Peru horse AmitaiAsif

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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Layer Not

never again9 OfirAsif

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

Fall AmitaiAsif

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

layered AmitaiAsif

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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For The Photo Challenge

Layered Shelter

LandOfGods8 InbarAsif

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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Into The Dark

caving AmitaiAaif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Wedged into the shaft

Rope taut

Legs braced

He peers down

Into dark

Forgoing light

For the unknown

Cave beneath

And the void

Beyond.

 

 

 

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Glorious

Canadian Rockies RonitKoren

The Canadian Rockies (Photo: Ronit Koren)

 

In the magnificence of mountains

Hewed from sky

Calved by glaciers

Raised by heaving earth

Aged by wind

Shorn by storms,

Awe is

Born.

 

 

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Flavorful Blessing

Cakery InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

May the taste of life’s adventures

Be as varied

And as flavorful

As its promises,

And may sweet embellishments

Prove to be

A lot more than

Simply icing.

 

 

 

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Thorny Matters

Sabres AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Sometimes spikes

May well mean

You best keep your

Distance.

However,

If you take the time

To understand

That prickly often means

Protective,

You may find

Some thorny people

Can with kind acceptance

And a bit of patience

Come to share

Sweet fruit.

 

 

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Sorrow and Hope

Red AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Like pebbles on the beach

Like grains of sand

Like leaves upon the trees

Like flowers in a meadow

May we never be alone

In sorrow

And in hope.

May we find solace

In each other

And may compassion

Weave heart strands together

So we remember

How alike we are

Each one its own true flower

Each one part of the whole

In sorrow

And in hope.

 

 

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