park ways

Somehow it make me think of my mother and father fat away in Puddleby, with their regular habits, the evening practise on the flute and the rest - doing the same thing every day. I felt sorry of sorry for them in a way, because they must the fun of this traveling life, where we were doing something new ask the time- even sleeping differently. But I suppose if they had been invited to go to bed on a pavement in front of a shop they wouldn't have cared for the idea at all. It is funny how some people are.

I have wrapped my laughter like a birthday gift

I rain
Because your meadows call
for God

I weave light into words so that
when you mind holds them

Your eyes will relinquish their sadness,
turn bright, a little brighter, giving to us
the way a candle does
To the dark

I have wrapped my laughter like a birthday gift
and left it beside your bed

I have planted the wisdom in my heart
next to every signpost in the sky

A wealthy man
Often become eccentric,

A divine crazed soul
Is transformed into infinte generosity

Tying gold sacks of gratuity
to the dangling feet of moons, planets, ecstatic
midair dervishes, and singing birds

I speak
Because every cell in your body
Is reaching out
for God.
 ~Hafiz

I will ask simply. I will let go. yes's and no's.

יש עיניים בעולם

שרואות אותי.

זעזוע

well

there are solutions for everything

sometimes they just appear

and sometimes you have to search for them

searching takes energy...and u just have to make sure not to psh yourself

~t

mm, thank you hashem

thank you hashem

נפשי לה' משומרים לבוקר