You, you only, exist.
We pass away, till at last,
our passing is so immense that you arise:
beautiful moment,
in all your suddenness,
arising in love,
or enchanted in the contraction of work.
To you I belong,
however time may wear me away.
From you to you I go commanded.
In between the garland
is hanging in chance;
but if you take it up and up and up:
look:
all becomes a festival!
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
