Miriam Jaskierowicz Arman

Powerful waves pound my thrashing heart… The vast expanse endlessly overlapping horizons; At one with the universe, Harmonizing sounds and color Into a meticulously crafted canvas-

Enslaved, Caged, Imprisoned, A people bound to their G-d, Frightened, anxious, laboring oppression Beaten, diminished, dehumanized, degraded; Daring diversity, dis-similar from the lot…

Evolved, flowering and blessed, stands the tree of truth, Lingering blossoms of a spring, passed into summer, Spreading perfume into the cool air of a balmy night,

Eyes Marvel at infinite shades of color, Highlighted Beyond The Myriads Of Infinite Shades, Endlessly Expanding, Escalating, Increasing, Limitless Compilations Of G-d’s Ultimate Creation...

There is a place, my own I call it, Where fiery winds blow messages - Spirits of old - Where graves of sages tell the tale, History of our people…

Blanket Of Holiness Enfolds Me Like The Presence Of Shechina (Divine Presence) Covering The Earth… Their Powerful Voices, In Unisons Soar To The Heavens, Opening Gates For The Earthbound Voyager's Entrance,