Incubate Hope

Central Park early spring NY

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda


Hold on close

To the hope

Even if

It is a bit


So no matter the noise

Distraction desires,

Hope remains warmed

In soul

Where truth never




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A Meter Above

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Photo: Pinterest


He came in with a poem.

“I used to hate this stuff,” he noted, holding the page face down so I won’t peek while he explains. “But after you showed me ‘A Light in the Attic’ and told me what all this poetry word salad stuff means …” He grinned, pleased at being able to insert one of the expressions from last week. “I think it’s kinda’ fun, actually.”

He lifted his hand from the page, but left it hovering an inch above the white expanse. “You might not like this,” he warned. “It’s sort of a rap song. You know. People my age like those …”

I chuckled. “I know I’m much older than you but I actually don’t mind rap. It’s only when the language is really inappropriate that I don’t care for it.”

He peered at me, only half-convinced. “Anyway … no cuss words here. Even my mom said it’s fine. The first words are from her fridge magnet thingy.”

He turned the page and cleared his throat. “But tell me if you really like it, okay?” he glanced up, suddenly a lot less certain and a lot more the little boy. He took a deep breath. “Here goes …”

“As above

So below.

We learn more

As we go.

So make sure

To go slow.”



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The Cost

fired casings


Assay the cost of

Apathetic heads

Or cheeks that turn


The other way.

Know the high price of

Silence that

Lets massacre

Take hold for yet

Another day.

Do not give in.

Do not let up.

Step forth

And raise your voice

In truth

So it rings clear

Above the fray.



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Photo: Atara Katz


Permit yourself

To be

All that you are


With the unfinished corners

Hanging out

For all to see.

Allow yourself

The story

Of the things you

Have become

And still are changing.

Grant your


A place for be.



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The Glorious Unfurling

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Photo: Atara Katz


Do not stifle


Or hope.

Hold fast the


That were

In fear

Squelched back

Or were suppressed

By those pretending

To be


Let go.

Let be

The glorious unfurling

Of your being.

It is who you have been


To grow into


And all along.




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“Dominant does not mean domineering,” she said. “It does not need to mean oppressive or demeaning.”

“A true leader leads with kindness,” she added. “They govern with understanding and resolve, not ego, hate, or petty revenge.”

A cardboard sign was tied to her walker with green bread twists. It read: “I’m old enough to know how this ends.”

The faded purple blue tattoo on her arm was evidence of having lived through what most would deem un-survivable. She had survived, and came out the other side not only alive but vibrating with a kind of solid empathy that no one would mistake for weakness.

She did not raise her voice but nonetheless it carried. Or maybe it was her energy that created a little centripetal force-field around her. People stopped by. Leaned in to hear more. Some took her photo.

“Authority needs to be bestowed, not taken,” she noted, and I couldn’t help but think that someone ought to hire this little old lady, this walking wisdom slogan-machine.

The sun washed over the sea of people, signs, distant chants, knit hats. A puppy barked and a child’s exuberant peal of laughter carried on the wind.

“Hear that?” The old woman smiled. “That’s power.”

“And that,” she waved a wrinkled hand to encircle the swelling crowds. “That’s due dominance.”




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Loophole Lookout

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Photo: Amitai Asif


When strolling down

The winding


Of history

And conflit,

Beware of loopholes




Less than helpful


Look up

Look out

For any who


They own the path

To righteous.

Most likely they

Have arrows


To guarantee

Their profit.




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Beauty From The Rough

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Photo: Ofir Asif


Carve beauty

Out of woe.

Hew purpose

From the rough.

Sculpt meaning

To make good enough

What wasn’t

And yet

Somehow was

All you could


Carve beauty

Out of woe.

Find you


The flow.



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