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A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

Don’t worry about whether to see or to love. Love is truth as seen by the heart.
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

Don’t worry about enlightenment. Try “liberation” first.
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

Yoga for pessimists: Relax, allow your gaze to rest, not on one particular object, but just in one place, taking in wherever you are. Feel your body. Then say, slowly: Things haven’t turned out so bad, have they?
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

On gathering with others Holy One, Voice that speaks through this tongue Vision that sees through these eyes Breath that breathes, YHVH — You who are this moment, May we see in these, our gathered friends, Your light shining in each of us, Your presence unfolding as each of us. May we know one another as You. And may we greet them with a loving kindness so vast and unbounded that it cannot be conceived or imagined: Yours.
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

On watching the sunset Holy one, thank you for your presence in the sun loving warmth radiance color zohar thank you for this infinite lattice of Being Sun, thank you for the drag you wear as God the sublimations and projections from you to Daddy to All Brain heart mind, thank you for dopamine and oxytocin thank you for polymorphous perversity ecstasy of colors in the sky the capacity for awe Shadow darkness night, thank you too for transmuting this embrace
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

wherever i go there you are if i have enough faith i can surrender into anything for you i curl my toes forward in rapture in you i breathe air there is nothing i love but you in your forms and there is nothing i love but you
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A spring feeling poem each day this week! All from IS, by Yaakov Moshe. #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

There is a time for stained glass windows to teach the light to children and there is a time to open the windows
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BYbenyehudapress.bsky.social

A poem for the eve of Purim. 'Esther' from 'The Shortest Skirt in Shul' by trans Rabbinical student Sass Orol! #books#benyahudapress#jewishbooks#reading#Judaism#jewishpublishing#independantpublishing#newbooks#community#jewishcommunity#learning

Esther אסתר Chosen by the King of Persia from every virgin in Shushan, Esther, the hidden one does not reveal her nation or her birth. Does she sleight her Jewish behind her sex appeal? Or maybe she tucks the frayed hem of her poverty beneath her waistband as she approaches the palace? How withered are the pink blind roots of wandering she buries in the walled garden? How old the god she rolls under loose soil to become royal? Whatever she hides, she hides it twice. The first time it’s her nation and then her birth, as if to make it through round one of the virgin ball she can be poor, she can be orphaned but she had better be home grown. After the crown is placed on her head still oiled by the last queen’s scalp maybe with a black hair wound around the center sapphire, she hides again now her birth before her people proving that once you’ve worn a gold silk dress and carried a ruby too large to swallow it’s better to be caught blackhanded but shining then let them see how easily you w
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