Life Is

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Life is actual,

happening in the moment,

real to all who are present,

not to be concretized.

Experienced in different ways,

open to interpretation,

in the eye of the beholder,

precious to the Creator,

treasured by the soul.

Not to be repeated,

uniquely personal,

open to possibilities,

encapsulating change.

Like a kaleidoscope,

ever turning around,

being reshaped from Above;

every life a masterpiece,

in the eyes of G-d.

Chiaroscuro in Pixels

It is very hard to write this way, beginning things backward…
– Hemmingway, The Torrents of Spring (1926)

Like a canvas, a tabla rasa, a fertile void,

I sit in front of the screen with a blank document.

The contents of my personal past, impressions,

stored in long term memory, surface upon reflection.

The neocortex bears its fruit, when searched at will,

for the pieces, fragments, and shattered images.

What is actually “recalled” may be newly formed,

especially if semantic memories mix with episodic.

In placing any of these reflections upon a blank page,

they are first filtered through perception.

Perhaps, an artist has more control with a brushstroke,

than a poet, taking liberty with shadows and light.

This is the question, how to present the puzzle,

in a way that best represents the truth?

Facets

I only permit others
to see fragments of myself,
while I remain the sole
knower of the whole.

Thus, the facets may glisten
in the eyes of those who see
only the dimensions of self
that are presented.

Each and every person,
that has some correspondence
with the person called me,
sees only to a limited degree.

An approximate glance
of each and every facet
may be gleaned by one
who is circumspect.

As is written,
in kitvei kodesh,
guard your mind,
heart, and soul.