We Each Write Our Book

Google has different logos on different days (as I addressed here). I was thinking of writing about today's beautiful google logo. Anne did such a good job, I need only link to her post.

I really want to put my poems in to a book and I'd like to give it to people who want it. For now, much of the book is spread throughout this blog.

Here's one I just wrote moments ago ~

Besides everything

children are markers

something to hold

the years quickly fading

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How important is the keeping of the technical laws on the one hand as compared to the understanding and feeling that goes into observance on the other? is there a way to separate the two? Can this question even be asked? Can it be that Shamor VeZachor BeDibur Echad applies to all mitzvot - there's always the two aspects (as Rav SR Hirsch suggests)? Is the pasuk in Bamidbar that says "as they rested, so they travelled" relevant here (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski suggests)?

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Shamor and Zachor

are intertwined

like movement and resting

symmetrical, aligned

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It's Lag BaOmer and we can shave shortly after sunrise:

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I look forward to

trimming my beard tomorrow

doesn't feel like me

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One teacher tells another that he just placed his contract in the boss' box. The second teacher goes to place his there as well. He pauses for a second, wonders what the first teacher (whose contract is there on top of the pile) makes. He pauses for just a second, puts his contract and walks out the office's glass door. Teacher number one smiles at number two and tells him he was watching to see if teacher two would give in to temptation and peek to see what teacher one earns.

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Greed, what is enough?

for a teacher, a person?

a family, man?

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Psalm 146:3, My Take

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Trust in princes

no more than in

a hopeless man

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When each is pierced

their air released

we all fall down

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Here's a song worth hearing but also worthy of reading nice and slow:

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Broken Bicycles

By Tom Waits

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Broken bicycles, old busted chains

With rusted handle bars, out in the rain

Somebody must have an orphanage for

All these things that nobody wants any more

September's reminding July

It's time to be saying goodbye

Summer is gone, but our love will remain

Like old broken bicycles out in the rain

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Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks

There's all those playing cards pinned to the spokes

Laid down like skeletons out on the lawn

The wheels won't turn when the other has gone

The seasons can turn on a dime

Somehow I forget every time

For all the things that you've given me will always stay

Broken, but I'll never throw them away