Imagine the journey. The earth and water passing beneath you as you walk where each step is a pilgrimage, where you follow a river of steps that end in the emptiness of night beneath a pine or cedar tree, the full moon casting the shadows of everything that was before and will never be again. The shadows flow across the dull wall of an abandoned ( Read more... )

I am the cup by the well and the emptiness. I am the cave and the torch. I am the steel and the fire. I am the speech and the message. I can talk mojo style. I have feathers to sell. I am awake at all times. I am asleep at all times. I am three crows. I am the deer beside the stream. I am the bright minnow in the stream. I am the moss on a rock. I ( Read more... )

I invited my shadow in from the light. Now it sits at my table eating my food. It wears my clothes. It speaks for me. It sleeps while I pace the floor, awake. Like night itself, it grows gradually darker and more solid. I grow pale and seem not to exist. Now, light passes through me and my shadow has a shadow. I walk through the world unseen, ( Read more... )

Please, do not read if you are the least bit squeamish.

( A letter from Beruit )

The latex sky is the color blue and the smell of a locust tree are from the past. The rubbery air is from the present and demands attention as it bends around things and stretches breathing. Imagine what cannot be imagined. Sink into the silken air as you walk through it. Part it like the curtain of beads in the exotic room in the bazaar, where ( Read more... )

Here is an ( Israeli voice )

I thought this was a moving and well-written insight into what it feels like inside someone who has been in combat... combat in which they may have done inhuman things or committed war crimes or had inhuman things done to them. We're all human. It doesn't matter whether it's an American soldier, an Israeli soldier, a Russian soldier, a Hezbollah ( Read more... )

Trudge, nudge, budge, urge the light through a window that looks out on the top branches of an elm tree where a mockingbird runs through his repetoire, the shadows of songs repeating themselves until I learn their meaning which is like the cast of dice thrown to the ground of being beneath the bodhi tree.

We lost power again last night at about 6:00. It came back on about 8:00 p.m. It's becoming a nightly ritual. Supposedly the most powerful and prosperous nation on earth and we can't keep the lights on. I think the holes in the American fabric are starting to show ( Read more... )

I have never heard of the Halakhah nor its principles. It seems that, from every quarter, we are plagued by fundamentalist interpretations of the metaphors that constitute spirituality.

( Fundamentalist Judaism )