SHALOM ~

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child, the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth.

But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust.

Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart.

The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a tiptoe to kiss you.

For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother dust.

SHALOM

Life is so ironic to understand fully, it takes sadness to know what is happiness. Noise to distinguish silent and a broken heart to find true love

Wisdom