
Central Park, NYC
Deep in mid-winter’s
Cold, bare
Blues
Remember all the
Rich potential
Soon to spring
Profusely
Forth.
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Central Park, NYC
Deep in mid-winter’s
Cold, bare
Blues
Remember all the
Rich potential
Soon to spring
Profusely
Forth.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Ofir Asif
There is static in the air,
Discord at what can no longer
Remain unchallenged.
There’s a buzz
To hold accountable
The hate and prejudice that has no space
Among the truly civilized.
There is hope amidst the noise:
The march of feet and hearts
That will not stay silent
At disrespect and bullying.
The sparks of light
That multiply to pull aside
The medieval darkness
Some wish to blanket over progress.
There is static in the air.
It crackles with potential.
May it smother ignorance
With wisdom.
May it end violence
Through empathy
And tolerance.
P.S. Since several of you had contacted me to ask about the photo: my nephew took this photo at the Gas Chambers in Auschwitz. The staining on the ceiling is from the Zyklon B poison. I thought this photo was an apt backdrop for the evils of racism and why it cannot be allowed to rise, no matter where or against whom or by.
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Photo: Atara Katz
Undo mud
Into light
Unfurl rain
Straight green up
Petals forth
Hope transforms.

Photo: A. Asif
Do not feed the gremlins,
The worries
The woes
Do not feed the problems,
The myriad of “No”s.
Feed instead shoots of hope
Tender hearts
Ways to cope,
Feed the thanks
And the kindness,
Feed the soul
Evermore
With all things
Grateful
For.
11/27/2017 Update: This poem has been put into music by the talented composer Maggie Bell. Enjoy!
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda, Central Park
The moment where the seasons
Shift.
The transmutation
Of the summer
Into fall
Already final
Even if not
Entirely
Complete.
For The Phoneography Challenge

Photo: Amitai Asif
In a huff
It is easy
To dig in one’s heels
In rebuff and fumble,
When in truth
Fluff can
Just as well
Signal
New concepts
Awaiting
A draft’s timely
Arrival.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
Recreate not what shouldn’t have happened
Yet had
But what should have taken place
And hadn’t
Or not quite as planned,
The seeds of which
Hold promise
To what may truly be
Worth recreating
When time
Once more
Comes around.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
At first glance I wasn’t sure what had made my nephew stop to snap this photo of a monochromatic, drab dry bulb laying on the ground. Then I took another look and understood: in it lay the promise; the potential stored; the strength of tender yet tenacious tendril roots that had worked to nourish the more glamorous aspects of whatever plant this had been and maybe still was. Curiosity raised my eyebrows for the few seconds it took me to realize which side of this natural structure was ‘up’ or ‘down.’ I found myself pondering the mysteries and histories held by this brown bulb – now bare and barren on dry dirt – in the rain it had drunk and energies it had generated and the earthworms that had undulated around it … in the story as it would be told by the few leaves still left clinging, dry but home.
How incredible. How incredibly mundane. How marvelously so.

Prickly Pear; Photo: A. Asif
May you find ample nourishment
In unforeseen places
And may your palate discern
True potential
Even amidst
Prickly spines.
May the sun warm your heart
Like a rain in the desert
To ripen fruits so refined
That they feed
All your needs
And your soul
Once again
Realigns.
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There’s a quickening of energies around the world.
Like all currencies, energy itself is neutral–it is what’s attached to it and how it is used that qualifies it into positive or not so, into what builds or what destroys, what mends or inflicts more wounding.
The Earth itself still rotates in the same general blinding speed it had for millennia too numerous to grasp. It hurtles through dark space with indescribable abandon, tethered by invisible forces to the star that keeps us all alive.
The overall mechanics of life and gravity hasn’t changed. Our awareness of it may have. Should.
With energies accelerated, we feel the rushed pulse of days, sometimes of mere moments. We sense the rotation of possibility, the immense power that can be harnessed, the twirl of time.
All is moving, quickened by both ignorance and understanding.
What we do with it–with the potential–is up to us.
Do we let slip down the slippery slopes of power-hunger, fear, and divisiveness … or do we harness good to raise our mutual consciousness, our moral compass, our social empathy to the reality that we are and always have been, One?
Do we take the historically familiar roads of vilifying those we do not care to get to know, of quantifying suffering of others as less painful and less necessary to end … Or do we truly recognize that hunger is still hunger, pain is pain, sorrow is more sorrow, that hate and violence beget only more of same? Do we resolve to do differently, not ‘again’ but in new ways?
Life has quickened. Bits of information spin around the globe in speeds now faster than the Earth itself. We are no longer separated by illusion.
Open eyes see clearly now.
We can, should, understand:
All. Is. One.
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