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Simcha Wasserman

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The light in this distant city, thousands of miles and years away from where the Holy Temples once stood, still illuminates the souls of those aware of their inherent G-dliness, aware they are a remnant of a nation on fire, once consumed in supernal love ...
By my father’s side in the cemetery - a lively wind comes to mark his grave In memory of my father, Yitzchak Yoseph ben Simcha HaLevi, on his 20th yahrtzeit, 26 Adar I, 2014
Poems of the soul in flight
A lively, sometimes humorous, always moving work of art where a wide range of poetic forms, including haiku, lyrical, rhyming and free verse, speak of spiritual journeys and revelations in a way that we can all relate to, translating the mystical into eng...
Jubilation in the streets of Yerushalayim - the sweet return of familiar voices
the first walk in Spring trees beginning to wave - thought they were gone forever
it is the moon that has come to comfort the night, singing of the mysteries that lay a moment away in the days to come, where even the shadows are glowing
Listen to the mystical Jew singing for the redemption from secular freedom, where everyone is playing G-d. It is the song of the returning exiles, returning to welcome their Father in heaven to His home on earth, It is a song of tranquil waters flowing to...
The Jewish soul A simple thing At one with G-d In everything
Nothing is ever really lost, Forms are only changing. Every discovery was always there, Waiting to leap into view. It is written, one day all flesh will see All are from one source, And nothing was ever really lost, Forms were only changing.
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