A poem from Monique Pasternak, a traveler, a student, a teacher, guided to go discover the eye of the hurricane as it lands on the path of blessings.
When overbearing reason reigns unrivaled,
it fragments the fullness of moons
commits entire universes to neglect
and compromises the vitality of our fairest nights.
Ruthless it shoots on disclosed yearnings,
bangs hard into pregnant longings,
calls for legions of biting minds
to bulldoze under tender whispers,
crush emerging blooms of spirit,
tear serene webs of light,
slay depth of breath,
bury one more song.
When the Source of life lies forgotten
lands turn barren, hearts shrivel
souls wander off, aimless.
Do not reach inside the vanity case
of shallow reasons and futile controversies,
the time is getting late.
Rather go a’tumbling in your heart,
its mighty tides will thrust you naked
upon the shore where hope rides the light
that moves the earth and fuels the sun.
A moment greets you only once,
renew each day :
if it is your last, make it your first,
your becoming breathes you.
In the likes of my song feel God’s kiss
in yours, become the kiss
walk on, walk on through
the wheels are turning faster now.
Be right or be wrong
yet be all the better for it;
when we feel lost, we can be found
vertigo spins the blessing,
move on, fear not.
m.pasternak Jerusalem, January 2005