I’m in love with the right man

I'm in love with the right man

I wish to be with the right man

I am calling the right man

And I am sure that what I want

is for him to come

but if not --

then for him to call

me

and I will go...

He is the right man

and I am the right woman

but is the time right...?

Shamanic timeline צִיר-הַזְּמַן הַשָּׁמָאנִי

Everything has already happened,

and is still happening,

right now.

My past has happened,

and is still happening,

right now.

My future has happened,

and is still happening,

right now.

There’s a soul somewhere,

that I’m looking for,

but I’ve already met her,

I just don’t know it yet…

Or actually: I know we’ve met,

but her identity

is yet to be revealed to me…

הכל כבר קרה,

וקורה עכשו.

הכבר שלי כבר קרה,

וקורה עכשו.

העתיד שלי כבר קרה,

וקורה עכשו.

איפהשהו בעולם ישנה נפש,

אחריה אני מחפשת,

אבל כבר פגשתי אותה,

אני רק עוד לא יודעת זאת...

או בעצם: אני יודעת שנפגשנו,

אך זהותה

טרם נתגלתה לי.

The waves are meant to come

The waves are meant to come.
We are meant to tumble under them,
so we’ll learn to stand up again.

We are meant to dive into them,
so we’ll learn how to come out.
 
The waves are meant to come.
I stand on the beach looking for them,
waiting for them.
I step into the water and swim,
allowing the vast ocean of life
to wrap me all around.
 
The waves are meant to come.
I swim, and keep an open eye
to see whenever they are near.
Come, I defy them,
I’m ready.

The waves are meant to come

The waves are meant to come.
The ocean of life can’t be calm all the time,
can’t stand still.
The winds are there
caressing the water,
creating a disturbance,
creating a momentum, greater than zero.
Sometimes I feel my blood bubbles together with the sea water.
Everything is connected,
like roots of trees in the forest.

Some people resist even high waves,
induced by strong winds,
but no one can resist a tsunami,
the tear of the land itself.

אני כבר לא כותבת

אֲנִי כְּבָר לֹא כּוֹתֶבֶת,

רַק מְדַבֶּרֶת.

גַּם לֹא מְצַיֶּרֶת,

רַק מְדַבֶּרֶת.

לֹא מַחְלִיטָה,

רַק מְדַבֶּרֶת.

לֹא יוֹדַעַת מָה נָכוֹן,

רַק מְדַבֶּרֶת.

בַּלַּיְלָה חוֹלֶמֶת,

וּבַיּוֹם מְדַבֶּרֶת.

אֲנִי כְּבָר לֹא כּוֹתֶבֶת,

גַּם לֹא מְצַיֶּרֶת,

לֹא מַחְלִיטָה,

לֹא יוֹדַעַת מָה נָכוֹן.

וַאֲנִי כְּבָר לֹא מְדַבֶּרֶת,

רַק שׁוֹתֶקֶת.

a breathing jam

I’m meditating.

I’m listening to my breath,

feeling my chest moving up and down,

feeling the respiration through my arms, and legs.

Then you come close to me,

my body touches your body.

I’m meditating.

I’m listening to my breath,

and your breath.

feeling my chest moving up and down,

feeling your chest,

your respiration.

I hear nothing else,

I feel nothing else,

I never knew meditation could be shared, never knew shared meditation could be so gentle, so calming.

I’m meditating,

I’m listening to your breath,

accompanying my breath,

like two soft drums jamming together.

A breathing jam.