‘Tis the Season

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Button Nose

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Snowman.

Good night

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The Connection

I carefully escort you to the dance floor

And pause, hesitate, till you are ready.
Gently, gently, gently, I take your hand,
And put my other, o so softly, at your back.

We begin to dance
And, momentarily
We connect.
We connect.

We become inseperable, entangled.
We are enveloped in escaped sensuality, that
For the duration of this dance
Is perfectly balanced; how precious it is.

Let this dance never end because
The connection is sadly, purely, only, for the duration of this dance.
Let this dance never end because
When it ends the connection will shatter like perfect glass.

-Eran Braverman, 2010

tango

The Waking

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I wake to sleep,

and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.”
~Theodore Roethk
Se la vi

 

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Silent World

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Sometimes we are lucky

enough to know our lives have been changed,

to discard the old and embrace the new and run headlong down an immutable course.

It happened to me… on that summer’s day when my eyes were opened to the sea.
~Jacques Yves-Cousteau

the sea