Tonights poem by Mahmoud Darwish who is so extraordinary. I do think we got a bit further today -- some thoughts can resonate. The list of unjust laws stays with me...the legality of reparations...the fact that Israel has passed a law against assembly yet ten thousand assembled for peace...that a law has been passed against reparations ....reparations are a way to honor loss...I think a huge source of the sickness between us is denial. There are things that can be done that are not black and white all or nothing but incrementally moving toward justice...and thus toward peace. Thank you again to Mary Nazzal-Batayneh for her erudition. Again many points of view are represented here that are not necessarily my point of view. We have a living dialogue...Salaam shalom. And we have countries… And we have countries without borders, like our idea of the unknown, narrow and wide - countries whose maps narrow to a gray tunnel as we walk in them and cry out in their labyrinths: And still we love you. Our love is an inherited disease. Countries that grow by tossing us into the unknown. Their willows and portrayals grow, their grasses and blue mountains. A lake widens north of the soul. Wheat spikes spring up south of the soul. The lemon shines like a lamp in an emigrants night. Geography emits sacred texts. And the ascending chain of hills reaches higher and higher. The exile tells himself: “If I were a bird I would burn my wings. The smells of autumn become the image of one I love, soft rain seeps into the dry heart and imagination opens to its source and becomes realitys terrain, the only true place. Everything distant becomes rural and primitive, as if the earth were still gathering itself to meet Adam descending from his paradise. I say: These are the countries that bear us…so when were we born? Did Adam take two wives? Or will we be born again to forget sin?
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 18:48:07 +0000
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