Sunday, March 27, 2011

AGLUTINAR

Como dói a angústia,
De sentir a incerteza,
De sentir o talvez,
De sentir que nem tudo depende da gente,

Como dói sentir e não poder sentir,
Se entregar com algum limite,
Gostar sem poder gostar mais,
Enxergar, mas o que se vê é apenas uma incerteza,

Como são estranhas essas coincidências,
Como são surpreendentes os nossos caminhos,
Como é difícil perceber que somos tão pequenos...

Enfim, como dói a angústia.

This is a rough translation from google translate. Don't take it too literally...

Clumping


How painful distress,
Feeling of uncertainty,
To feel perhaps,
Feeling that not everything depends on us,

It hurts not being able to feel and feel,
Indulge in some limit,
Like without power like most,
See, but what you see is only one uncertainty,

How are these strange coincidences,
How amazing are our ways,
As it is difficult to realize that we are so small ...

Anyway, as painful anguish.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Moirae

On occasion of the Jewish holiday of Purim I revisit the tale through the prism of the my own perspective and the message that reveals itself to me...

The platitudinous sun rises and birds chirp
The grumbling of gears deafen man’s usurp
The feet carry on while the lungs sigh
Lost in meaninglessness the days blur by
Culture refined to rhythmic irrelevance
A scattered range of utter happenstance
Misplaced consciousness in a world undue
One plus one equals blue
In fear of futility we frantically run in place
Destined for nowhere and nothing in our endless race
We look for progress as if toward some culminate state
Each step seems to bring doom closer as he lay in wait
Reduced to vacuous being in a vacant life
Effervescently the people grow in strife
Time continues and events unfold
Cataclysm stayed by cause untold
Little by little momentum reversed
Survival as it happens merits durst
Such winds all the while unbeknown
The play pushes on in relentless tone
Motions become intelligent as resolve mounts
The saboteurs’ scheme unravels as he miscounts
Tomorrow’s fate perhaps not as yesterday foreshowed
The sight of life’s promise flickers in the mind’s abode
Still silently the pieces fall into place
As if orchestrated by some amazing grace
Suddenly the great decree rings loud and true
With tipping point reached ונהפוך הוא 
Unified in vision and state good prevails
Celebration ensues to mark our travails
Charged with the spread of fun, love and care
Each year we revisit the relief born of despair
In retrospect reality and percept don’t equate
Life may seem vapid but is in truth great
Though in the present direction eludes
All things considered meaning exudes

Monday, March 14, 2011

It doesn't matter who you pray to, for, or against, we as humans should all feel pain from this.

Natural disasters are killing people, and ruining lives in Japan, and many other areas of the Far East, and that is horrific.  But what I find more horrific, disturbing, and tormenting, is the brutal slaughtering of a sleeping family in Israel.

This weekend, on Shabbat, a group of Palestinian terrorists carried out unspeakable, inhumane murders ... and just like after the horrific deaths of our friends, family, and fellow countrymen on 9/11 when the Palestinian people, along with most of the Arab world, rioted with happiness;  to this, they reacted with joy, public celebration, and handing out sweets throughout their cities.

I understand that certain cultures are raised with prejudice and I know I can't change that. But I ask you this, Imagine being twelve again. The insecurities and confusion that we have all known. You walk home from a friend's house, and finding yourself locked out, find someone to let you in, only to be confronted with the sight of your mother, beaten and stabbed to death lying in a pool of her own blood. Your father,  in bed as if asleep, protectively wrapped around your newborn baby sister, both with their throats slashed like animals in a butchery. Imagine that horror. Now, you're running frantically to find your siblings, only to see your eleven year old brother, book open in his lap, slashed over, and over, and over,  to the point of death. You turn around, only to realize that your three year old brother, with multiple stab wounds directly through the heart, is lying dead in a mass of his favorite toys, soaked in blood.

I have five siblings. I am Israeli. I have two parents. This could have been me. Those could have been my brothers and sisters.  This could have been anyone you know, and love.

No matter what beliefs you have, what writings you follow - I can only hope, you would too, be appalled. I beg you, share this story, because no matter your political stance, your opinions on international law, this should evoke some type of emotion from every person.

We all have had parents. Many of us have siblings, or have best friends with siblings, or have babysat infants and toddlers. There are three surviving children from this family, ages 2, 6, and 12. Try, just for a moment, to feel their pain, horror, suffering, and hopelessness, after this scene has been forever seared into their memories. Imagine the shock, and fear they are living in now.

I understand that the overwhelming mass of people on the other side of the Pacific are going through a hell that I can't even dream of - but that seismic event, leading to an unimaginably destructive tsunami, was not brought intentionally on one person by another.

Please, just imagine coming home, to find any one member of someone you consider family, dead and lying in a flowing pool of blood. I personally, would not want to go outside to see people who have,  my entire life, looked at me with baseless hatred in their eyes, dancing and singing in the streets BECAUSE of my loss.

I'm only human. I am only ONE human. But celebrating the brutal murder of a family. A baby, a toddler, a child just learning what it means to be independent.... cannot be seen as an effort for peace.

It doesn't matter how left wing, right wing, conservative, or liberal you are: this should bring tears to your eyes, and make you cry out for the suffering of these children, their family, and the future of an entire people, once hunted, like animals, to the point of near extinction, who are all mourning for the loss of innocent lives butchered at the hands of absolute evil.

Stutter Delight

For some effortless, others may stumble
As they stutter and slur, grumble and mumble.
The right of expression is not theirs to be had
A gift endowed upon every young lad.
Frustration swells in the belly of the throat
Shackled down, waiting to come afloat
Each word articulated - a triumph of will
The heart pounds...and then remains still

Afflicted by this cruel disease
Might there be an opportunity to seize?
If decreed to not speak, I shall listen
To every soul in need, my ear shall glisten!
Do not the wise savour their every word,
As if it were a graceful bird?
Silence is the key to true insight
Forever shall she be my guiding light.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

OverComing Fear

The first jump of a paratrooper is symbolic in many ways. These days the use of it in a war is not to practical so it is clear to have symbolic meaning. The meaning that I think is very real is to be overcoming fear. In joining the army one must confront many things even more so when you go to war.  One must confront the thought of death, and pain for your country.  I see no greater test for Israels top I.D.F.  unit than jumping from a plain. In other words from a man that does not fear many things( heights may be one ) I have crazy respect for a person jumping from a plane with strings and a BIG bag on their back. I was lucky enough to attend my brothers first jump in 08' and just watching was nerve racking. Got some tight shots too, here are some.





Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Let The Imagination Run Wild

Sometimes I feel passive, restrained and subdued. The trouble is, in Melbourne religious growth is somewhat limited, or at least that is how I feel. My mind wanders and I flick through my personal pictures from my travels over the past few years...it is a short fix, it does not last, but I guess it is better than nothing.    







Tuesday, March 8, 2011

A World Of Fire And Ice

This dream is a moon-beam; this dream is made of flesh. Shall I live in this dream til my final breath? I am a broken vessel. I suffer an overflow of gratitude, of too much light, that I can hardly see. Has it really happened? Can prayer succeed? I expected to wander from dust to dust. I anticipated despair. Now the violin in my heart plays sweetly, and my innards choke, for the pleasant is strange to them. My world is transformed to a vision of many spirits, who float through fire and ice, who are made of fire and ice. Have I come to my vision of paradise?

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A bitter insomniac, devoid of all sleep
My life lays before my very feet
I reach for the rose upon the bedside table
My only desire, to be more stable
I pluck the petals one by one
Does she love me? I need someone!
To share my feelings, my inner world
To illuminate my soul, fill my void
In essence I have only myself to blame
For opening up and tempting pain

Can I expect her to love what i do not love myself?
The key to happiness - mental health
Tap into the eternal "I" inside
From him, no man can hide
Disconnection, discontentment
Every feeling of downright resentment
All stem from being a stranger
The illusion of separateness - the true danger