I've explored many Death Cafés in Manhattan. They were fascinating events filled with warm, open people, and while they didn't answer my spiritual questions, they gave me an idea that just might....
A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
I’m all for the idea that sometimes the best way to fight darkness is to bring a little light into the world. But I think I also used that philosophy to avoid being involved with current events. Until a man proved to me that if I tuned in, I could save lives.
You cannot erase the inherent, irreplaceable bond that exists between Jew and Jew, Jew and Land, Jew and Soul by willing it so.It is that love that fertilizes the Holy Land, that binds us forever to each other and to that earth .
Tell me it's possible for us, here and now, in this narrow-minded world to keep this mentality. I'm tired of going back and forth between realities.
A poem about my potential encounter with my deceased grandmother one Yom Kippur—and fear, doubt, mystery, and the mystical power of the sun.
There is a little whisper within you. It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.
