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My bodymind is a nomad my King. Ever home in the oasis of your love. Ever wandering in the deserts of your worlds. May I follow you… who forever leads me. Your love is my guide. You guide me my love. Rebbe Isaac Brubel Chuesh of blessed memoryRead more "My bodymind is a nomad"
In my wife’s arms and goodness, she is my home. in my mother’s art my father’s prose. My brother’s selves, In my children’s eyes and lives, in my grandchildren’s play. In my friends uniquenesses. In music, art, and poetry. In bookstores and pottery. In Shabbat, Israel, David, Moses, Jesus… Heschel, Buber, Meister Eckhart, Huxley, Watts, […]Read more "Where I have felt at home"
My my faith is but a beggars bowl. Each day I implore my King to fill with daily bread. He satiates my hungry soul, She fills me from Her bounty. Sometimes with potato kugel. Others with biscuits n gravy. Sometimes moo shu pork. Others a gyro sandwich or shrimp vindaloo. Turkish coffee. Darjeeling tea. Pinot […]Read more "My Faith is but a Beggar’s Bowl"
“Every life story requires three things. Three reactions. Compassion. A warm embrace of joy. Cynicism. A swift kick in the ass. Context. Insight and the wisdom of the ages. Tell your life story… but listen to the answers… nurturing, mocking and explaining. Listen baby listen. Listen and learn. Tell your story baby. You shall be […]Read more "What Every Life Story Requires"
Lord, I am good and evil. I am blind and seeing, Enable me to know wrong from right and to choose the good. Lord I am bound and free. Enable me to break the chains of my impulses and choose the good. Lord I am covered with wounds and healing Enable me to experience your […]Read more "Make god cry today"
You are seen father. You are heard and held. You are held mother. You are seen and heard. King and Queen, your love between, is laying down the emulations. Your whispered unloved lives, we’ve given them flight. The chains and whips that drove us, have dissolved into light. Our emulations Rest In Peace, gifting us […]Read more "The Great Emulation"
When her body has absented itself. When her flesh is no longer a part of the equation. I burn. I smolder. I boil. A rolling twirling DNA strand of rage, anger, abandonment and loneliness. It is hard to find the sunshine when she’s gone. I am cut off like shoots, buried like compost. Unloved and […]Read more "Fire"
Maintain a daily morning practice that is centering… grounding. Find a hobby or two (or three) that enable me to lose track of myself… lose my mind… daily. Spend some time with my physical body each day. Give more… be more present to others… give more time and money to good causes… humanitarian, ecological, political.Read more "2019"
My mind is A deep blue sea of endless waves. A cold black hole of no thing void is my mind. Poems, Jean LlanomirthRead more "Is my mind"