There once was a famous photographerWho bought a horse and rode across the wild westTo rehabilitate his grief,To feel his painWithout hurting others.Tall red rock replacedSkyscrapers of steel, and sounds ofWar and senseless dying were replaced byHis peaceful heartbeat pumping healing forwardWith each horse step.I ride a horse through my own wild country,Bareback and connected,The sound of each step forwardAnother Rumi poem to ponder,Taking pictures to documentAll the places where flowers sprung from grief.
Brief Bio: I often feel like a gazelle as I leap from hilltop to hilltop.
On one of these hills I recently publish my memoir, my spiritual journey from the hills of one land to another: http://www.amazon.com/From-Hilltop-Path-Rwanda-Israel/dp/1937623076
One of my poems based on this book was featured in the fall edition of Poetica Magazine.
I have also published stories and poetry in other various publications like Green Panda Press, Deronda Review, Jellyfish Whispers, Stepping Stones, IJN and Esra Magazine