Conception

Each of us is a thought
made flesh.
The thought matures
from birth
through death,
and perhaps
beyond.

Text and image © 2018 by Donald C. Traxler

ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ ᏅᏓ-ᎦᏙᎬ! (translation)

ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ ᏅᏓ-ᎦᏙᎬ!

Happy Solstice!

¡Feliz solsticio!

Joyeux solstice!

Feliĉan solsticon!

ᎠᎵᎮᎵᏍᏗ ᏅᏓ-ᎦᏙᎬ!

We Are a Moment of Light

We are a moment of light
caught between
cosmic shadows
in the dark womb
of the Mother
Goddess,
who both creates
and destroys us.
For that moment,
she fills us
with the tune
of her ancient
dance.

Text and image © 2018 by Donald C. Traxler

Naked Wisdom 37

ᏚᏳᎪᏛ Ꮭ ᏰᎵᏆᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎢᎦᏪᏍᏗᏔ.


The truth cannot be expressed.

uyelvha agadohvsdi 37 / ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎠᎦᏙᎲᏍᏗ 37

ᏚᏳᎪᏛ Ꮭ ᏰᎵᏆᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎢᎦᏪᏍᏗᏔ.

Makom

Makom / מקום

For Yakov

When I think of the idea of "place,"

the word that comes to mind,

more than any other,

is the Hebrew word,

"makom."

The word seems stable

and lasting, solid,

more so than others.

I don't know

why this is so.

I could explain it 

linguistically

as due to the final

continuant,

but I can't explain it

emotionally.

Hebrew is not really

one of my languages

in this life,

but only a remnant

from other lives,

and yet it seems

that the word

has always been there,

solid, stable,

established,

and lasting.

I have loved

many places:

my hometown,

when I still knew it,

and the dry mountains

surrounding it.

Border Mexico,

Barcelona,

the Blue Ridge,

a beach in Brazil

that I knew only

from another life.

They all had 

a certain sturdiness,

that of "makom,"

and all would appeal

to me,

and to a people

without place.

Donald Jacobson Traxler