Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
pouring into vast plains
of exalted humanity;
The Great metropolis, so white
Mediterranean meridian, alight,
yet sequestered in darkness
a lost princess is trapped in the west
My soul, an artifact
lodged deep in gilded rock,
awaiting excavation,
centuries of oppressive earth,
suffocating the revelation of something that truly was,
something that truly will be,
something that truly is
And I
ani, Anochi, afer vafer,
the intrepid psycho-archeologist;
tracking ancient spiritual footprints,
vacated beings in the ash and dust,
remanants of estranged incarnations;
Unearthing hidden oars
Of copper silver and gold,
Unearthing hidden light
Achdus ben adam lchavero
Song and daughters of Israel:
Culanu b’nei Yaakov
And the fall trees glimmer,
Twinkling in the morning sun;
ascending towards the heavens
those techelees threaded curtains,
draped above this theater Divine
Tree of change,
shedding leaves, extending roots.
As the chill dark winds gather force,
You remain a virtuoso in this cosmic dance.
Seasonal shifts, population drifts;
All will move forward today
Each, in its appropriated time