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<channel><title><![CDATA[Olah-la - Poetry and Prose]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.olahla.com/poetry-and-prose.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Poetry and Prose]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 06:14:08 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry by Miriam Raziel Schwartz                                                                  מרים רזיאל שוורץ ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.olahla.com/4/post/2009/12/poetry-by-miriam-raziel-schwartz.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.olahla.com/4/post/2009/12/poetry-by-miriam-raziel-schwartz.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 00:00:00 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.olahla.com/4/post/2009/12/poetry-by-miriam-raziel-schwartz.html</guid><description><![CDATA[     Kissing the MoonTranscending time, SpaceAnd all reality I once knewWe ascend&nbsp;To a place where blue mystical mountainsMeet heavenAnd kiss the moon.And there we sitIn a lush gardenUnder the primordia [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; ">     </div><div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; "><strong>Kissing the Moon</strong><br /><br />Transcending time, Space<br />And all reality I once knew<br />We ascend&nbsp;<br />To a place where blue mystical mountains<br />Meet heaven<br />And kiss the moon.<br /><br />And there we sit<br />In a lush garden<br />Under the primordial tree of creation<br />And through her magnificent branches<br />Stars sparkle and sing<br />Our eternal Song<br /><br />I am Adam<br />And you are Eve&nbsp;<br />And here we are once again under the tree<br /><br />This time around,<br />Will we choose wisdom?<br />Again eating from the forbidden fruit<br />That our ancestors ate from<br />Long ago<br /><br />Will we return to the deserts of our past,<br />Where white doves sail under endless purple skies<br />Where stars shine too bright and too many to count<br />Each glowing with deep wisdom.<br /><br />Or will we stay right here,<br />Under this tree<br />Hands reaching up to the sky<br />Through webs of connection&nbsp;<br />That interweave our souls<br /><br />And realize that just by sitting under this tree<br />Through dreams and memories unfolding<br />In each moment we can be everywhere<br />And arrive<br />To that familiar place&nbsp;<br />Where the earth meets heaven,<br />And kisses the moon.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div ><!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry by Abigail Davis]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.olahla.com/4/post/2009/12/poetry-by-abigail-davis.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.olahla.com/4/post/2009/12/poetry-by-abigail-davis.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:06:53 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.olahla.com/4/post/2009/12/poetry-by-abigail-davis.html</guid><description><![CDATA[We were swimming,floating rather&nbsp;In shallow waterRocks hurting the soles of my feet&nbsp;You pick me up,&nbsp;Hold me in your armswe were swimming,&nbsp;floating rathercradling me like a babystill floatingin the Mediterranean waterYou look at me and say,&ldquo;You know, I love you&rdquo;Then, to make sure I understandand because  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph" style=" text-align: left; "><span style="font-size: small;"><br><br>We were swimming,<br>floating rather&nbsp;<br><br>In shallow water<br>Rocks hurting the soles of my feet&nbsp;<br>You pick me up,&nbsp;<br>Hold me in your arms<br><br>we were swimming,&nbsp;<br>floating rather<br><br>cradling me like a baby<br>still floating<br>in the Mediterranean water<br><br>You look at me and say,<br>&ldquo;You know, I love you&rdquo;<br>Then, to make sure I understand<br>and because you couldn't believe it yourself,&nbsp;<br>you softly whisper to my cheek&nbsp;<br>&ldquo;I love you&rdquo;&nbsp;<br><br>for the first time<br>in a long time<br>I am absolutely calm<br><br>We were swimming,&nbsp;<br>floating rather</span><br> </div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

