The sound of the effort to escape is also the sound of the effort to know where you are now.
I learn more from interactions with others than I ever have from any college course.
What is good is what is here. And for this we must both laugh and sing.
There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
What will you do with all of this outrageous beauty?
Was I right then to keep it, this piece of Israel forever mine, something to hold, something to carry, like a gift or a found treasure or a stolen trinket?
Your every step can’t help but grind riots of inquiry into the dusty dirt.
When I was a child, they
taught me the words of
the Kedushah and I
swore I could hear the
angels catapulting into
creation right there before
me.
