I've never read tea leaves
or pinched the moon
I've never learned the sitar
or whistled my signature tune

But I have understood your heart
and shared my eye with you
I've walked inside your essence
and earned my point of view

- written Jan 9, 2013

Life has no real breaks
as long as time’s being spent,
till death does its part.
And even then life goes on,
it’s not like someone has died.

 "Librans are poets,"

she wrote, and
it spoke to me

and then I started to see...
my father
was he a poet...

He?
He was a Libra like me,
from a different time...

He did his poetry in mime.

Long or short day,
Thank You either way

Days aren't short or long
Gifts from G-d can't be wrong

 Thoughts On Poetry

1. If you can write,

you can write a poem

2. A poem is

a collection of words

coming together and apart

via your hand, head, and heart

3. Your souls is

(naturally) poetic.

4. Forgetting nothing helps.

5. Maybe forgetting everything helps too.

HAND WRITTEN OVER TWO NIGHTS

Processing my life

I am laying on my bed

Wanting to detox

That story about

the Xs on the foreheads

sits there on my screen

And the irony

is hot, I find it striking

how fitting it is

Our phones are the

wheat that makes us all crazy

this haiku, my X

Marking my forehead

my phone in the other room

I'm writing by hand

Write me a letter

send it through a blue mailbox

so we'll remember...

II

...I'm thinking again

about Rebbe Nachman's wheat

and the forehead marks

I think we've fallen

in a short number of years

hard, away from G-d

I write on paper

hiding from my phone, in bed

calling out to G-d

G-d bless us to read

to write each other and speak

heart to heart, off line

Oh my G-d, bless me

to work with you and be free

and learn how to see

Life and death
the short time
in between:
mind boggling,
awe inspiring,
makes me shudder
kind of thing.