Donald Traxler's Poetry: 12/31/20

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Interior Worlds

Interior worlds are his domains,

where time and space are nothing,

and only Consciousness remains.

102 Thousand Visits, and Many Pirates

Does anything look strange to you about the graphic above? It's a listing of the top sources of visits to this blog in the last twenty-four hours. Thirty-two of the thirty-four visits from the US were by a known pirate. But the 800-plus visits from Sweden were by an even bigger pirate. Only Sweden and Japan appear to have the capability of such rapid harvesting of my work. But I can't worry my head about it, at least not now. I say let them fight it out among themselves and try to make a profit off of what I give away free.

Overnight, total visits to the blog went from 101,613 to 102,484. Normally, two or three hundred visits would be a very big day. This is ridiculous.

My "Upanishad" series ended at ninety-one parts. It could be extended in the future, but at the moment this is all I have to say.

I have started a new series, "Notes on the Zohar," which is currently at four parts. I expect that there will be many more parts. This is writing that I enjoy doing, with some personal touches.

The poem that I posted this morning, came to me between 4:00 and 5:00 a,m,, which is the "witching hour" for such things. I did not include any dedicatory line, thinking that the subject was pretty obvious. It was inspired by Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach, whom I met and from whom I received "The Rebbe's Kiss" in 1966 or '67. He was the most charismatic man I ever met, and made a huge impression on me, a very positive one. May his memory be for a blessing.

As usual, thanks to all of you for your continued interest and enthusiasm.

Sound the Shofar

Sound the shofar for a

New Year of the Soul.

Dance the Rebbe's dance,

and sing the Rebbe's tune.

Our Father yet lives,

our people live.

Our Rebbe yet lives.

Young again,

he jumps for joy.