netoosha

 

rough palm

bh

 

we walk on

G-d's palm

 

We are born

anew

every moment

 

we exist because

He has a

plan

 

we are achingly

beautiful

 

we are

humans

firedance

now all

that is

left is

a burning

scar of

fragrant

flesh

 

the seared

mark of

sealed

fate

regret.

 

So it is

its perhaps

m'ladies

embarrassment

and hence

ego

therefore

illusion

or perhaps

innards

turning

inwards

 

retroactive displacement

of utter dispair

brokenness

i am so

embarrassed

 

 

 

a long journey

that never ends

to no-where

made alone

though thought

to be accompanied

 

no response

in the sea of

illusion.

omg

bh

Hey I just did xyz

and you know I am not sure

that is indicator

that, indeed, I am human.

Not message for fresh

meat to be devoured

like the call to all your friends

to the carnival

no the vulture eats

alone.

To see a carcass

and refuse a bite

is pure giving,

my friend.

The soul whispers

like embers

hovering off the ground

below.

So a bite but refuses

the soul

renews its life

and demands all in return

step off

step away.

I am life

and in life there is no

and boundaries

the eagle

slowly, reluctantly takes flight.

bh

Hello world,

this is member 6,800,000,001 speaking.

I am here, no doubt.

Wanted to tell you some serious things about planet earth, no more cynicism... you know what I mean.

So yah doubt turns returns rears its ugly head

and crossing paths

splitting seas

were free

So dance

and sing

to G-d with all

limbs

speak?

sing?

walk?

leap?

what can I

do

not enough for

my G-d?

Just be,

be be be

Just be.

Today there was freedom in the air

it smelled awfully like spring!

It is like the ocean with its bright colors

and relentless crashing hues

on the ocean floor

almost come to the fore

but the great white sea foam

grant it discretion

so the idiom irriddiom

is what blocks

may block

me from others

this great

style

of divide

I am human, too!

bh

flesh flared

combust

teared

 

merged

combined

now bust!

 

pink raw

gently

pitchfork...

I mean scalpel

 

 

tear away

tear, tear away

 

there wa no connection

 

there was!

 

there wasnt meant to be!

 

ouch!

bh

I can't believe I couldn't say "no!"
Especially since I know what is right!

I am smarting
my cheek still ringing
of love of love

a slap of love.

I will never forget
to sanctify G-d's name
in holiness.

be holy in your camp!

bh

I am ella