Teachings of pain

I was visiting New York with a friend from Israel. She suffered a strong pain in her leg and that pain, like all pains, grabbed our attention and made us follow it. It carved our days. We were forced to walk slowly, stop and rest on benches and coffee places. There was a lot of…

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Upside down

A precious friend who is experiencing a deep and profound grief once explained to me how her world has changed: Some days seemed ordinary. Others were harsh - strange enough, time and events continued as if nothing happened, but it felt like a different world all together. I am carefully carving my words here to…

To know the forest

A dense curtain, overwhelmingly green, cracked only by occasional twigs and branches, shimmering in the bright sunlight or grimly darkens underneath the approaching storm clouds. This summer, I wish to know the forest. I learn from one painting to the next. I have many wordless questions and the paintings are the answers to them. Sometimes I feel…

Freedom

My painting teacher used to say that the best part about painting is the freedom to tell lies. Each painting is a lie, he would joyfully declare, and where a good lie ends, true art begins. At night I saw the moon, veiled by clouds, rising above a tangled black-of-green. Our tents were swallowed by darkness…

To my friend

When I miss you, I know a dark warm hole in the center of my chest And rays of me fall back inside Or travel a universe And return. How I miss you, my friend! I miss your laughter, I miss your eyes As we surrender ourselves to the stream of events. But where there…

Nutshell murmur

Occasionally, I am left without words. That is - hundreds of them swirl inside me, connect and reconnect themselves to sentences and inner events that will never be born into this world. But on a surface I call my day - not a single word, nor a fractioned sentence Can profoundly describe this chattering silence.…

The chapter of the Cardinal

One day, when all this ends, and it will one day, for everything ends, I will name it: The chapter of the Cardinal. In a crust of pale indifference its bright feathers were the embodiment of a beating frozen heart. In days to come, a tiny figurine of a red Cardinal will make my spirit…

Equinox

A night and a day did the snow swirl down as wet as the tears of my burdening desires. Equal was light on the threshold of seasons to the soon-to-be-gone dark winterly hours. The children caressed me with morning pure hunger as sun came behind heavy curtains of gray And I searched in the distance…