I have heard the breathing of the birds in the silence of my heartbeat.
And the branches of my tree, weaving words for my mouth.
So my soul could, once again, praise this glorious moment we call
Sometimes I have memories in seconds, when the sun sets in my heart
and the bees sing my thoughts into honey.
For centuries I search for the soul of the One, but now I know we are but
unconscious experience in God’s mind.
Text/images © Gil Dekel.
Last updated 10 Sep 2010.