The Purpose  of   HEALING - K.I.S.S. - as stated 12 years ago - was and is   to help me and my potential P E E R s  "to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness, and - by extension - all of CREATion!" Intro to Healing-K.i.s.s. 2001-2013 and Overview of its main libraries [If you look for a word on this page, click ctrl/F and put a word in "find"] I focus my experiencing and awareness on being "a   pioneer of  Evolution  in  learning  to  feel": I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb' pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness, so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill>evolve, and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!! "I want you to feel everything, every little thing!"

 

 

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March 15, SHABBAT, - at Arad

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MY INTENTION and PLAN for TODAY Know exactly what you want, communicate clearly what you want, then get out of the way, live and play, and let happen what may! I desire to live every breathing in and breathing out on this Shabbat in holy whole aloneness, all-one-ness, "celebrating every movement in my feeling, each sensation in my belly, on my skin" and "doing" only what spontaneous desire asks me to "do", instead of succumbing to the pattern and pressure of "completing what is uncompleted"

image of the day, Dorothee with my Three, Ramat-Hadar, Israel, 1968

hodayot [thanksgivings] for today 7:10 My Body, my Partner, my God I give thanks to the 26 muscles in our face, which allow us over 10000 nuances in expressing our feelings, and thus show my aliveness as well as my responsiveness to others. [Ika's mother 1956: "You look very similar to Dorothee", another classmate. I exclaimed: "But she is so pretty!" with no intention to fish for compliments. "A lively face is always pretty!" she said and helped me love myself a little.] I give thanks for the chance of talking with my son, arranged in a cafe at Shoham yesterday in the tight time-space between his arrival from Thailand and my return to Arad. I'm grateful that I could convey relatively clearly, not only the details of the "Initiation-Journey into Adulthood", but also how I see the good that came out of it, despite my big mistake of not having communicated the rules of the game. I'm also grateful, that I could depict - though without getting a response - his need for strengthening his backbone by taking over legal custody for T. and the evil of his goodness (inherited from me) - towards his firstborn.

My family, Rafael, Rachel, Immanuel, Ronnit, Micha with my classmate Dorothee Kneser in Munich's Zoo, 1969, and "Sisters in New-York", Immanuel's video of his daughters Elah and Mika, October 2007

 

 

A memory of a touching, sad sentence said by Tomer during supper, 4 days ago: "When I was the age of Mika ~~~ did my siblings love me as much as I love Mika?" The age-gap between him and Alon is 3 years and between him and Elah 6 years.

Israel, Acco, at Efrat's parents, Nov. & Dec. 2000 United States, holiday with Abba, Sept. 2002, Israel, Mazkeret Batya, at Micha's: Chanuka 2002

 

Nourishment from Others (from TV, 3SAT - Nano) More than 10000 micro-expressions betray our feelings. Forscher aus Österreich und den USA haben mehr als 10.000 Mikroausdrücke in der menschlichen Mimik ausgemacht, die viel über eine Person verraten können. "Sie können Mimik schlecht trainieren", sagt Verhaltensforscher Karl Grammer. "Das läuft auf unbewusster Ebene ab." Man könne nur absichtlich lächeln. "Die restliche Mimik kann gefälscht werden, aber das fällt auf, dass das vorgespielt ist." Doch auch ein falsches Lächeln lasse sich am Spiel der Muskelgruppen erkennen. Eine entscheidende Muskelgruppe um die Augen, die für die Krähenfüße sorgt, könne man nicht bewusst anspannen. "Lügen kann man im Gesicht erkennen", schildert Grammer. "Es ist aber sehr schwer. 40 Prozent der Menschen können perfekt lügen." Im Gesicht Bill Clintons will er die Lügen über seine Verhältnis zu Monica Lewinsky erkennen können: Die Videoanalyse zeigt ein verräterisches Stirnrunzeln in Sekundenbruchteilen. 26 Muskeln steuern die Mimik. "Lügen erkennt man vor allem daran, dass der Ablauf der Muskel-Kontraktionen im Gesicht asymmetrisch ist. Und das zeitliche Verhältnis des Ablaufs zueinander stimmt nicht." Dennoch könnten Computerprogramme Lügen nicht sicher erkennen und Hinweise statt Beweise liefern. Sein Computerprogramm will eher Mimik simulieren. "Das Programm kann die Grund-Emotionen: Überraschung, Traurigkeit, Glück, Furcht, Angst, Wut und Ekel. Wenn man diesen ganzen Raum abfährt, dann findet man alle unterschiedlichen mimischen Ausdrücke, die ein Mensch machen kann." Eine dieser Basis-Emotionen sei die Angst: "Das kann man simulieren. Hier werden zunächst die Brauen gehoben. Als zweiter Teil werden die äußeren Brauen gehoben. Dann werden die Brauen nach unten zusammengezogen. Und dann wird die Unterlippe nach unten gedrückt und der Mund wird in die Breite gezogen. Insgesamt sind sieben Muskeln an so einem Bild der Angst beteiligt."

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Impressions from my journey from Shoham to Arad yesterday

I didn't want my flight-tired son to bring me to the airport - train-station. But the last bus - with a gap between bus and train of only 20 min. - was gone already. The bus available would leave at 10:00 and I would have to wait for the train until 11:14. It was then that I saw a pattern breaking apart! The pattern of "always saving money"! It was five minutes to 10:00 and while walking to the bus-station I said to myself: ' If an empty taxi will pass by before the bus, I'll afford myself a taxi!' I had hardly finished this sentence, when a taxi arrived. The driver wanted to talk: "Do you live in Shoham?" "No, in Arad!" "Oh I have relatives who live close to Arad!" He was a Bedouin, who lived with his family in Lod. This information made me tell him about Nuri Al-Uqbi. It was unavoidable, that we entered the dire subject of "Israel and the Bedouin". And as if to demonstrate this - at the entry to the airport area the guard took my driver's identity card away. I've photographed a Hananiel, a Jewish driver when waiting for the guard at this entry. Hananiel had to stop, but he was not questioned, nor did he have to show anything, nor was, what he had to show, taken away for systematic examination. At first my Bedouin driver played it cool, but when he saw that I was upset, he used the rest of the time to spell out his anger, pain and frustration....

 

Though my backpack was heavy with all the food I had "inherited",
I felt like getting off the train at Lehavim and hitchhike to Arad.

The spring- weather was gorgious and I didn't mind,
that I had to wait for 25 minutes, until a car stopped.
As usual, I did not stand, but strolled along the road.
That's how I got these pretty perspectives of Lehavim.

The impressive "dome" is - a mall or a market.
How could it be otherwise in this time-period...


Every 10 seconds I turned around to see if a car was coming from the west.

I walk on - further east - and get a glimpse of the last houses of Lehavim

'Will it be this car?' - No, it can't be, since it's followed by a lot more cars.
Usually only when a car comes along with no other car in front or behind,
is there a chance that the driver will stop.

After a short while I was invited. When asked, I told that I was commuting between Arad and Shoham, since my son was a pilot etc. "I may know your son! I'm a pilot too!" It was Zwicka Dominitz, 3 years older than Immanuel, but during a year and a half or so they were both trainers on "Pipers" at Hatzerim Airbase "that was a long time ago, but it was only a month ago that I met Immanuel somewhere!" Realizing that - unlike my son who had left the airforce after 12 years - Zwicka was still there, I couldn't help asking, if he was doing other things as well, and conveyed as cautiously as possible that my son thinks, that pilots who stay in the airforce or go directly to fly for El-Al, are stuck. "Yes caught in a honey-trap", Zwicka agreed. But he himself does do other things and he was - right now - on his way to the desert, where he would join people from the Nature Reserves Authority to count predatory birds.         I don't know how it occurred that I told him how glad I was, when my son hadn't made it to become a "fighter-pilot". He insisted to know why. Again - I was very cautious not to hurt him: "Immanuel was smashed , when he became "only" a pilot for Transport and Intelligence, but soon enough he saw the terrible competition among the fighter-pilots and was glad not needing to be part of that. But my own reason for being glad was, that I did not want my son to ever get into a situation, where he would have to kill. I've listened to several people in my life, who could never sleep in peace, because they always carried with them the people they "had to kill"...." Zwicka explained that all pilots, yes all army-people, yes all the people of Israel were responsible for the killings. I agreed: "I've written my PH.D.-thesis on "kol Yisrael 'arevim zae le-zae" - how we are all responsible for each other, And you are absolutely right ~~~ there really is no difference between the one who physically kills, and the others who are dependent on him and don't find a better solution than killing." "What other solution?" Zwicka became excited, as if so far he hadn't thought of a better solution himself. From then on he succeeded in drawing me out about my "Partnership Ideology and Experience", until we stopped in front of my house, where he wanted to leave his car for the next 5 hours, and from where his colleague Ohad Yahalomi (a new generation of rangers...) fetched him. I wondered about the clarity and conciseness, which his resonating drew out of me. And I wondered, why I was suddenly in that role again, teaching "how to turn a negative dependency into a positive dependency, a partnership. " Thank you, Zwicka Dominitz!

 

And then I was home!
Struck by the spring burst of new reddish leaves from all the branches of my pomegranate tree.
[on this date in 2012 the buds of the leaves are still much smaller, almost closed]

 

 

 

All this occurred to me yesterday.
I hoped for a Shabbat without any exterior occurrences...

"Rachel I've found worms", LiorCohen screamed across the Wadi of Compassion, when she spotted me from above, while I climbed down the opposite slope. Ofir, her father, accompanied her bike-ride through our neighborhood. "You must learn the difference between worms and caterpillars!" I started to teach her. "Worms stay worms forever, but caterpillars transform into butterflies!" She couldn't grasp this and "instead" led me to a small, pretty dung-beatle. "Its task is similar to that of the isopods!" ("I've seen isopods too!"), about which I taught her last time, and what is also worthwhile to know - I said this to Ofir - is that the scarabaeus, as it's called in Latin, was holy to the ancient Egyptians."     Ofir and I walked her home and stood on my veranda talking, while Lior continued her art-work on the oval table, she pestered us with: "I want to stay with Rachel!" Her father said: "No, you come with me!" and I reinforced this: "No, not now, your father is walking with you, take advantage of this, take him to the desert! "But he doesn't want to!" "So try to win over his heart! This is my expression: Not 'convince him' , but 'win over his heart!' "

 

 

Listing today's learning, creating, interacting.
Examining, if I fulfilled today's intention.

* Climbing down and up my Wadi of Compassion and walking to and fro -
to the "morning-pool" between (9 and 10 AM) and to the "noon-pool" between 1:30 and 14:25 PM.

*Following my intention for this Shabbat I took it easy with creating on K.i.s.s.-log,
I didn't stick to preferences,
I let myself be led to read some "old" sculptures,

"Driving Backward into the Future" = "Closeups to the Past" = Healing&Harvesting my Past While Driving Backward to find sculptures about Tomer on Healing-K.i.s.s. [outside the folder with the continuous sculpting of "My Wrestling with Tomer"], I found the Heart-Page and Puzzle-Piece 19b about death and "Communication with Deity" in September 2002...

and I lay down sometimes to zap into two relevant TV channels, 3SAT and Israel's educative channel 23,
or I worked in the garden, watering diligently and pruning some plants in the soil or in a planter.


*Unexpected:

problems with G-mail and the Internet, about which I wrote to my son,
and the final collapse of the sewage-pump, Ofir's dismantling it
and my needing to do without toilet and kitchen sewage.


* Also unexpected:
towards the evening I got a rare visitor,
perhaps the only visitor I really love to receive at present:

Tzippi. She has always been unpredictable and this time - after having hugged me - she said without introduction: "Do you remember your work on "Nakhash Ha-Mashiakh" Messiah's Snake ? see what I wrote above the song in honor of my starchildren [In July 2006 I asked my "starchildren" to support me in doing serious healing-work on what I still hated in myself: judging the people, whom I came to help, in this case the Bedouin in the Zealots' Valley whose mutual hatred prevents any movement towards a betterment of their situation, leave alone towards becoming the pioneers of my "Desert Hosting Economy Peace Vision". In Hebrew "Mashiakh " not only sounds similar to the word "Nakhash" = snake, but the numerical value of the letters "Messiah" are the same as the letters "Mashiakh". The dark shadow of "Jesus, the Messiah", for instance - his judgments against his people, and the dire consequences of those through the centuries, was and is a somber warning for me.] "Of course!" I answered. "Let's do, what we then did several times: put our palms on our eyes (a "Paula - Key"), and then sound and move as our Body wants to." "I'm glad you remind me of this!" She lay down on my bed, invited me to lie down beside her and we started to breathe, to sound , to move, with the palms of our hands on our eyes. I couldn't help peeping at her sometimes. The sounding and the moving had made her body get up and dance on what little space there was between mattress, desk, computer-system and keyboard, it was great to see her so free! About one issue of our talking - see tomorrow. See also "Tzippi walking in the Zealots' Valley"

A BBC-doc about who was once the greatest opera-singer of her time, moved me very much. Her rise and downfall, her non-communication with her mother, and all this in memory of my own acting as Maria Callas, in 1987 when in the grand workshop "Joyspring" each of the some 50 participants was cast into a role [see also SongGame June 9] which would help him/her find his/her essence. Most participants had to repeat their show , while I "was done" after only one performance. As much as I was in panic when I was given the role, bought a casette with the opera "Carmen", performed by Maria Callas, I regretted to have performed so well and not being allowed to "practise" more. I enjoyed this once- in -a -lifetime -chance of singing- performing in front of an audience

From a doc about Shakespeare I learnt a line, which should have made history! "Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say!" Shakespeare King Lear. The image to the right is from a performance on the 6th anniversary of 9/11. The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest have borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

 

 

song of the day Thanks for both, the honey and the sting....

 

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Keep It Simple Sweetheart
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"Abraham" (2002) e-mail quote on March 15, 2012

If all you did was just look for things to appreciate
you would live a joyous, spectacular life.
If there was nothing else that you ever came to understand
other than just look for things to appreciate,
it's the only tool you would ever need
to predominantly hook you up with who you really are.
That's all you'd need.

Just like 4 years ago, an e-mail from "Sound-Healing" reached me.

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And another (also Jewish) " man wrote" , the Dutch Marc Oyserman,
from our "Walk about Love 2009", a man of "az nidberu"...
And though it's NOT my task to demonstrate Oneness or peace,
but evolving myself and humanity towards personal wholeness
"feeling-healing all you feel, grate-full, zest-full and full-filled
loving ouselves in each others' heart"
I want to celebrate and empower Marc's and his companions' vision:

See -flowing -still images of such a hug on www.worldwidehug.org

Every individual person can participate in the Worldwide Hug.
Just invite some friends
on the streets, in your home, club, gallery or community centre,
on Wednesday, March 21
and focus together on peace and unity in yourself.

You can share your personal stories, sing, dance and meditate.
Make a human chain, do free hugs or a flash mob in the streets!

We are all part of the collective consciousness,
connecting everything with all.
We are able to heal our planet
and unite everybody with each other in peace and tolerance.
So let us demonstrate our unity,
showing our fellow-men that we are all One,
no matter what kind of religion, race or culture we represent.
We are able to love and respect each other....

May his vision of this WORLD WIDE HUG 2012 manifest with many people!

I am invited together with these other "az nidbru" Walkers-about-Love:
Sjors from Holland, Gabriel Viera from California, Gil Sason from Israel

1969-09-01
[on top of this letter to my mother in Germany I noted in Hebrew: First day at school ~~~First Grade ~~~ next to Immanuel sits Zwicka, a Sephardic child - the teacher writes "Emmanuel" instead of Immanuel.]

... bleiben sie zusammen, nicht nur weil Zwicka ein netter Junge ist und ich seine Mutter Yona gern habe, sondern weil Manuel auf diese Weise von Anfang an lernen wuerde, dass es auch ein ganz anderes Zuhause geben kann als das seine. Zuerst sprachen einige Muetter mich als Lehrerin an, ich sehe wohl so aus, - dann sahen wir die Lehrerin, ein kleines, junges Maedchen, d.h. sie wird wahrscheinich verheiratet sein, aber wie eine Lehrerin sieht sie jedenfalls nicht aus. Sie heisst Rivka (Rebecca). So stand es auf dem Zettel, den wir vorher von der Schule bekamen. Wie sie mit Nachnamen heisst, wissen wir nicht! [It would have been unthinkable in Germany, that the teacher would have presented by her first name, leave alone "only by her first name"...] Bis jetzt gefaellt sie mir sehr gut, auch wie sie in all dem Krawall im Klassenzimmer (mit allen Muettern) und draussen - bei der Schwuele konnte man unmoeglich die Tuer zumachen, auch so schon troffen wir alle von Schweiss - fertigwurde und die Kinder zur Aufmerksamkeit zwang ("warum seid ihr in die Schule gekommen? " - "damit wir weise werden", - sagte ein Kind...) war prima. Die Kinder bekamen sogar ein paar Hausaufgaben ("damit die Kinder nicht das Gefuehl haben, sie haetten am ersten Schultag nichts getan", sagte Rivka).





Ich betrachtete intensiv die Kinder. Die Schwierigkeit bei uns ist der ungeheure Niveauunterschied der Haeuser, aus denen die Kinder kommen. Es sind doch Eltern dabei, die Analphabeten sind, und dementsprechend sah ich viele Kinder, die sassen so verschlafen und desinteressiert da, dass ich als Lehrerin zuerst mal mutlos waere. Ich habe jedenfalls was mich betrifft , mir von vornherein vorgenommen, von den ersten vier Schuljahren nicht zu erwarten, dass Manuel genug Futter fuer seine Begabung bekommt. Der Wert der Schule fuer ihn muss vielmehr darin liegen, dass sie ihn zu sozialem Verhalten und zum Heraustreten aus seiner kleinen, gluecklichen, egozentrischen und wohlbehueteten Welt erzieht. Anregung fuer den Geist kriegt er ja auch zu Hause genug. Eine solch kleine Lehrunterhaltung, wie wir sie heut abend hatten, waere fuer die meisten andern Kinder unvorstellblar:

Die Lehrerin hatte auf seine Karte Emmanuel statt Immanuel geschrieben. E statt I kommt nur zum Ausdruck, wenn man ein Wort "punktiert', d.h. die die Vokale ausdrueckenden Zeichen unter die Buchstaben setzt, was man aber normalerweise nicht tut. Die Kinder muessen das Punktieren lernen, um ueberhaupt richtig lesen und aussprechen zu lernen. Manuel wollte nun wissen, wo in seinem Namen, den ich heute in all seine Sachen schrieb, der Unterschied zwischen e und i sei. Da konnte ich ihm nun erklaeren, dass es im Hebraeischen kein e,i,o,u,a gaebe wie im Deutschen - was ihm ja ein Begriff ist, dass man aber gewisse Punkte und Striche machen koenne, die das andeuten. Also wenn die Lehrerin unter den ersten Buchstaben (der nicht das I, sondern den Anlaut "Ayin" bezeichnet) zwei Punkte gesetzt habe, so sei das eben falsch, weil es e bedeute, waehrend sie nur einen Punkt setzen duerfe, damit es I bedeute. Ohne den Deutsch-unterricht vorher haette er das natuerlich jetzt niemals begriffen. [At that time I obviously didn't tell Immanuel the crucial meaning of his name]

Noch eine Geschichte von Manuel [see translation in right frame]: gestern bei der Heimfahrt sagte er: "Imma, zu Hause sag ich dir was, aber nicht jetzt, sonst schimpft der Abba."
Ich: "So, und ich schimpfe nicht?"
" Nein, du macht nur ein schimpfendes Gesicht [he wanted ice-cream] , aber wenn der Abba bei dir ein schimpfendes Gesicht sieht, dann schimpft er gleich furchtbar." -

"Warum schimpft eigentlich der Abba, wenn ich ihn bei der Arbeit stoere?"
Rafael: "Du stoerst nicht immer, aber oft weisst du nicht, wann die Zeit und der Platz ist, wo man Krach machen darf und wann nicht."
"Ja aber, wenn die Imma am Schreibtisch sitzt, mache ich auch Krach und sie stoert es nicht!"

" Wenn ich jetzt in meinem Zimmer sitze und Schulaufgaben mache und der Abba kommt und stoert mich und ich mache einen Fehler, was wird mir dann die Lehrerin tun?!?" - Das ernsthafte Gesichtchen, das er dabei macht, kann ich leider nicht zeichnen.

Nun aber Schluss. Hoffentlich habt Ihr eine schoene Feier, ohne den Ofen bereits anzuenden zu muessen, waehrend wir hier triefen.

Joel war an Rafael's Geburtstag da und Dita am 2. Neujahrsfeiertag (die beiliegenden Karten der Kinder wuenschen Dir "shana tova', ein gutes Neues Jahr) Ronnit fragte Joel, der in Uniform kam, "wo hast du denn dein Gewehr? " er: "ich habe kein eigenes. - Sie: "Ja, womit toetest du dann im Krieg?" - Als ob das Toeten des Soldaten erste Pflicht waere. Als dann Rafael beim Abendessen erzaehlte, er habe nur einmal Gelegenheit gehabt zu schiessen, und auch da hoffe er, vorbeigetroffen zu haben, er sei eben noch jung gewesen, heute wuerde er von vornherein ueber die Koepfe weg zielen, sagte Joels Freund Ran, der Sohn von unsern Freunden Nomi und Efraim aus Sde Warburg, ein blonder, strahlender Junge "Was, so weit gehst du?!!" Ich: "Und du? "Ha, ich meine doch, dass ich treffen muss, wo man treffen kann."
Er sitzt meist an der Jordanfront bei einer Panzereinheit..
Dita fragte Manuel, wie es in der Schule sei. "Ein bisschen schoen", sagte er. Es geht ihm zu langsam und die Lehrerin sei eine "Schimpferin", "Wenn sie schimpft - nicht ueber mich - halte ich mir die Ohen zu. Dann fragt sie, warum ich das mache und ich sage, dass ich solchen Krach nicht aushalten kann. Dann ist sie still, aber nach einer Weile hat sie es vergessen und schimpft wieder!"

Ronnit erzaehlt vom Kindergarten auch, dass man zuviel dort schimpfe. Die Kinder haben wohl schon als Eizellen in ihren Chromosomen eine Allergie gegen Schimpfen entwickelt... [This is a hint concerning my own childhood]
Schreib gleich

 

2013 - translation





[at that time I obviously didn't tell Immanuel the crucial meaning of his name]




Translation of one of the stories about first-grader Immanuel:




This was a hint concerning my own childhood....

Pni'el
Since the verdict, that Daniel has to leave Israel till March 27, is not only a "personal" problem,
personal for him and his friends, personal for me and Ya'acov for our www.shemshem.org website,
I want to document the process of manifestation of our desire, that Daniel can settle in Arad, in Pni'el!

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In song (6) - from SongGame 2007-09-21,
I "only" exchanged one,
but crucial line - on Febr. 17, 2012

Song (7) - SongGame 2007_03_14
was enriched by a fourth stanza on Febt. 22, 2012,

Note to song 11:

NOTES:
Song (8) is a new song,
the lyrics are two biblical verses
and the tune is mine.
There is a third verse with the same metaphor of the fruit-full tree,
but I haven't yet succeeded to adapt it
to the tune of the two first stanzas.
[It became a separate song (triptych Nr. 10)]

Song (9) are the exact verses of a story,
in which I see one of the two diamonds
in the crown of my interpretation of the Bible. How strange, that after 30 years of teaching and applying these verses,
they adapted themselves
to a simple folksong,
which appeared at the end of a documentary about Easter-Island.

(11) The song is the famous Psalm 46.
Martin Luther - at the stormy times of his Reformation of the Church 500 years ago - turned the Psalm into a very strong hymn,
which is sung also in other languages
in the Protestant World.
When I now - by chance - came across
the Hebrew psalm 46,
it adapted itself without effort to the tune
of another famous hymn by Martin Luther, which contains another Biblical psalm...
[see SongGame 2007-12-26 "Aus tiefer Not",
also a canon in Hebrew: me-ma'amaqim]

There are so many biblical poems,
which I would like to put into tune,
and I would have no difficulty
to create a new tune everyday:
I simply sit
with my digital recorder in my hand,
holding it close to my mouth,
look at the text and listen within,
let myself be inspired
without thinking or planning,
and the song is ready
and rarely needs any correction later.
But since learning the new song
would take several days, even a week,
and I can really learn only by walking,
in this case by walking
to and fro the swimming-pool every day,
and since also the "old songs"
need to be rehearsed during walking,
so as not to get lost
in the abysses of my brain,
I'm forced to limit my creative drive
- even more than in all other areas....

 

See the entire Hebrew-Arabic-English song
in K.i.s.s.-log 2008/2012-03-06

10 Hebrew lines daily between Ya-Ra towards the doomed-to fail shemshem.org
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