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I rose early tied by a cord to your wellbeing
Which is unknown,
To forty hidden days
To the fear of gathering clues that go to waste.
I rose early tied by a cord to your wellbeing
Which is unknown,
To forty hidden days
To the fear of gathering clues that go to waste.
If you’re going to pay city taxes
At least find a see-saw,
Stand in line beside the girls
With ponytails and wait
Tonight, it’ll happen, you say
The hopes will smithereen,
People are already counting backward
Sabbath Eve, Just Before the Year 2000 Read More »
Before a baby comes into the cot,
They leave her in the field
To listen to the jackals and peacocks,
To store up dew and sweltering
Indentations in the Cot Read More »
Mornings she practises constant walking
And purifying her mind,
How to overcome the forces of the attack
“And he lifted his eyes and saw Benjamin, his brother, the son of his mother” (Genesis, 43:29), Parashat Miketz.
From Joseph and his Brothers to Joseph and his Brother Read More »
Since our first conversation we weaved a dream: to give our future children and ourselves natural births, at home.
One thinks that a vacuum is formed. They say that you’ll live with the understanding that bachelorhood is a corridor to the next stage, to marriage.
Then you find yourself there for a long time.
Non-Spoken-About Spiritual Conversion – From Bachelorhood to Marriage Read More »