The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is there’s One, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
— Rainer Maria Rilke (translation by Robert Bly)
How brave you are for slowing down
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood
A reunion of the seminal Indian / European jazz fusion band for NPR's Tiny Desk Concert
My mother is three years younger than Nakba
From the series of Palestinian poets
I pray for Israel, I pray for Palestine
Trio Mandili is a Georgian vocal group, here they perform a piece entitled "The Prayer"
A Lovely Vintage Illustrated Poem About the Meaning and Measure of Enough
