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Come closer.

This fire will all too soon
be ash.

I would tell you the story the moth knows
for making peace with the night.

The story tears have for making medicine
out of grief.

The story for eliciting the purr
in the belly of the tiger.

If you listen to your blood
you can hear the story of the sea
pulled by the moon
in the open sky
pouring the water of rivers
into your heart.

You can hear the aria
of the wind that the birds
know by heart

singing the story of your body
a hundred generations
in the making.

Come closer:
This is the story that will be yours
long after I have left this place.



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A video from Palestenian music

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Renée Bergland’s 3 greatest revelations while writing Natural Magic: Emily Dickinson, Charles Darwin, and the Dawn of Modern Science

A Female Cry

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A poem from imprisoned Palestinian poet


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Last night I dreamed / ten thousand grandmothers / from the twelve hundred corners of /the earth walked out into the gap

Bala Jumhour Music Session

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unforgettable musical experience with Maysa Daw and Jebus on Bala Jumhour sessions

The Furnace of the Beloved

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It emerges from the Womb with you

Catching My Breath

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luminous work woven with yellow threads of sunshine and impermanence


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"Whose voice calls me from the furthest reaches of the universe?"

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