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Amid
Amid
,Amid tangled darkness
.I find myself lost
,Asking, Let there be light
.Though, it wouldn't be
!I say to the light, Let there be
,Be
!Light
.Yet, there wasn’t; it wouldn't hear me
,When I call, L-I-G-H-T
!L-I-G-H-T
:A voice echoes from afar
‘…L – I – G – H – T … L – I – G – H – T’
.So I whisper: Be
;Then, it rises from the depths towards me
,and I hear, there will be
.In my voice, in me
2019-2025
Originally written in Hebrew*
Finding order in the light
Finding order in the light
I stood at the place
.Where the rainbow begins
,I saw it with my own eyes, appearing
.starting here, along the mountainside
,Or
?was this the place where it ended
,Facing the rainbow
.I stood still
I narrowed my eyes
.because the sun was blinding
,Or
?was I already beyond the rainbow
,Beautiful
,hidden
,high above every cloud
.colors vivid, clear, almost glowing
?Impossible to touch
Can we ever feel
,the wonder that comes after the flood
?to find order in the light
,The darkness storms
swirling around
.And around, burning
Did you also see the rainbow
,against the green mountainside
?with the cloud just above
,Because I’m still here, standing, watching
…trying to reach it… and wondering
January 2024
Originally written in Hebrew*
The cave
The cave
,Run with me to the cave
,Damp and strong
.I’m right behind you
,Lend me your hands
Warm and protective
.That’s all
,Outside
The wind claims it all, but
.You and I are reaching safer ground
;You have my back
I’m coming closer
.Stay with me until it calms
The Cyclamen flower
,Bloom under rocks
,Warding off harm
Protecting the beauty of
,A delicate life
.Seek the tuber from which we can rise
;Bound together in the depths of the storm
?Have we ever got there
,A voice echoes around and around
-My footsteps, your heartbeat
;A rhythm felt beneath the ground
,Sing to me
,A melody runs between us
,Traveling through time
.I search for your eyes in the absence of light
,How long have we been running
?Can we unveil what needs to be found
.Run with me
.Written after the January 2024 fires in Los Angeles
March 2024
October & onward. In colors. Without words
.October and onward
.In Colors
Without Words
.Green
.Green
.Green
.Light blue
.Green
.Brown
.Gray
.Light gray
.Green
.Pink
.Green
.Gray
.Green-ish-green
.Blu-ish-blue
.Pink-ish-pink
.Dark gray
.Purp-lish-purple
.Yellowish-yellow
.Orangey-orange
.Green
.Gray
.Green
.Dark blue-green
.Dark green-gray
.Orange
.Dark red-purple
.Gray
.Black
.Red
.Black
.Orange
.Black
.Red
.Black
.Red
.Black
.Red
.Black
.Black
.Black
.Black
.Red
.Red
.Red
.Purple
.Orange
.Yellow
.Red
.Dark blue
.Dark red
.Darker black
.Darker black
.Blackest black
.Blackest black
.Blackest black
.Black
.Dark gray
.Dark gray
.Gray
.Black
Written October 12, 2023
Originally written in Hebrew*
A Call to the world
A call to the world
,At dawn, In the darkest of times
.A black fog covered the sky
,From underground and into a thick
,Terrible cloud
.Soulless monsters got out
,Riotous they came, full of hate
,In a vicious act, a small country they attacked
.a country with no words, no solace
;Open your heart, your hands
.fend off the monstrous manufacturing plant
.With outstretched arms, hug the children
,Tell me
?Where have all the children gone
.Open your hands with your heart to hug
,The monsters broke violently into the country
,into villages, homes, into beds; to cast terror, to torture
.And brutally abuse babies, women, elders
Fathers fought by holding door handles
,with bare hands and brave hearts
,outstretching arms to hug, to shield
to fend off the evil monsters from
.Harming and taking away their children
;Open your heart, your hands
,fend off the monstrous manufacturing plant
.with outstretched arms, hug the children
Tell me,
?How do children become adult monsters
.Open your hands with your heart to hug
Through the black cloud, in a country
,with no words or solace
.A dire outcry echoes: JOIN US
.A loud deafening sound, all around:
.JOIN US. Eyes open wide, light a candle
,In a country with one heart, hand in hand
people find strength in gestures of
.solidarity, humanity
,A hug can pad the soul as soft pillows
.And guard a warrior’s body like a bulletproof vest
,I shall protect the heart with my hands
.gather every child on my lap
,Arms as strong as helmets will prevent
.The criminal manufacturers, from ever producing monsters again
!I call to the world, JOIN IN
!To bring back all the children
,As it is written
,In a place where there are no men
.You must strive to be a man
,At this time and place
reach out your hands and heart
,in the dark
,eyes open wide
.light a candle
”In a place where there are no men,
You must strive to be a man” (Pirkei Avot 2:5)
In love and memory to the victims of the
.October 7th terror attack on Israel
November 2023
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In his capable hand
In his capable hand
Into the dreadful circles
,A hand was reached
.Moments before sinking
;Before the loud clatter deafened hope
Deep underground, it seems that
.We faced turmoil
,The trampling is felt
.An outcry is heard
,We fought, sacrificed
.And were hunted
We had to chase and protect ourselves from
.Those who seek to destroy us
,They rip a piece apart
Using their fingers or
.Bite with their teeth
Plunging a knife into
The small inner circle
.Seeking to cut it off
And then, one hand
.Penetrated the middle ,shaking the foundations
.Quiets the voices
;Pushes away fragments of war
,Our hearts are now nestled in the palm of this hand
.Sheltered
.To President Trump & the American Administration
.To the IDF
🇺🇸🇮🇱
October 11, 2025
Originally written in Hebrew*
To see
To see
I like to watch the trains as they
,move through the valley
,sitting on moist ground, beneath the willow tree
imagining what passengers see
.From their windows
.It is hot under the willow tree
.The sun blinds my eyes
,When a train stops at the station
I find relief from
.The burning light
I think of fields that
,rush past the tracks
how sunlight
flickers between trees
.Outside the window
Often, a train passes
,without stopping
,I breath in, and my existence dazing
as if I’m gazing from a train window
,When another train crosses by
with this dizzy sensation
,in my head
,There is no sense of time
Though my eyes still find
.Relief from the sun
;Now the sun paints the tree with hues of red
Soon it will disappear from
,my sight
and from the eyes staring
.Out of the train windows
.The train stops
People exit the station
.to the streets
Leaving their day behind
.On the train seats
,Tomorrow
,The sun will reappear
To continue its path
,along the tracks
.and above the willow tree
August 2022
The Bee's legs
The Bee's legs
,The bees’ legs carry pollen
.swirling it across fields
,Flowers bloom in gardens
,the soil renews
.And fields grow joyful
.Pollen is your words
—Pollen is in your actions
,sticking to your existence
,spreading your essence
. p o l l i n a t i n g
A spirit within you
blows
and carries
,fragments of words, gestures
.kindness
,At home
,in a kindergarten
;in line, on a street, in a store
grains of patience
.Are scattered
Particles of tolerance
,move through the air
spreading sweet nectar
.Of human dignity
,They multiply
continuing the journey
of pollination
.down through generations
,From generation to generation
…to generation
2017
Originally written in Hebrew*
Drive
Drive
,When all traffic lights turn green at once
on Santa Monica Boulevard in Beverly Hills, then
A multitude of green dots decorates the sky
,above the long boulevard
,and whoever caught this green wave
Their car windows open, hair tousled
,The eyes stare toward the evening sky, and behold
.A flock of seagulls wisely seizes this green opportunity for flight
,When all traffic lights turn green
on Santa Monica Boulevard in Beverly Hills, the road instantly opens
,Street names flash by in a rush
:urging you forward as they call
!Camden, Drive
!Rexford, Drive
!Crescent, Drive
!Canon, Drive
!Beverly, Drive
!Rodeo, Drive
!Bedford, Drive
!Roxbury, Drive
!So, drive
,For everything is possible
spread before you
;Man (or bird)
.at the heart of a city
October 2018
Originally written in Hebrew*
…I wanna be
…I wanna be
.All this L.A. is getting into me
,I wanna be a palm tree
,proudly tall and evergreen
.bending with the strongest wind
,I wanna be a winding street
stretching up and down
east-west, north-south
.Sunrise-Sunset, Boulevard
,I wanna be Mulholland Drive
,the hills
They whisper songs of
.love
,I wanna be the Hollywood Sign
,finding where my glam is confined
sitting atop the Acropolis of dreams
.And make-believe
,I wanna be UCLA
,carrying the knowledge of a wise man
forever young
.as a freshman
,I wanna be the PCH
,showing off my queenliness
,beautifulness
.seagullness, sandiness
.I wanna be, Los Angeles
,Bold, fake
,historyless
.without regrets
,Crazy, hazy, busy, artsy, sexy
,sunny, dopey, gloomy
,famous and Pretentious
.Secretive
,A noun
but
serving as
.an adjective
January 2017
,Dear City
,Dear city
.Early morning
.Scents of dew land on concrete
.A chill wind struck my cheeks
,Outside the window
,Your colors seem charming and dramatic
.And I’m thinking: Yesterday has passed, and I hardly noticed
.Look how the sky reaches over with a soft blush
,Opportunities slowly awaken
—in this January
.sunrise
,Pink Los Angeles
.Your beauty blinds my eyes
The street turns pink, Los Angeles
.A heartbeat echoes in the sky
,My dear city. Yesterday
,you wore the warm
.shining rays of the sun all around
.It must have been so pretty
,Your myriad beauty in every corner
;My heart struggled to see
I could barely imagine
even a thin black outline
.portraying you
,Pink, Los Angeles
.Your beauty blinds my eyes
The hills are pink, Los Angeles
.hues of red paint your sky
This morning, I sense you are
.the one who knocks on my window
,Calling me to notice, you whisper
.There is a slight difference
,Revealing your colorful sky, like a peacock in display
showed me how both
,the city and the human
;carry a vast inner self
.Each of us keeps evolving; Our journey never ends
Together we long
,to feel cared for, recognized
inspired, valued, and loved
.unconditionally
,My darling Los Angeles
Today, you look
,so very swell
.in pink
January 2016
In this city
In this city
,In this city
long b o u l e v a r d s
stretching
from downtown
.all the way to the Pacific
,And in its hills
,roads curve and wind
The city spreads
.Nature hides within
,In this city
long b o u l e v a r d s
leading
from here
?to where
October 2016
Originally written in Hebrew*
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