For remote centuries
deep in the Judean Wilderness
the pilgrims walk
this long trodden path…
to Mozes…

In the Old City of Jerusalem
the stone is the metaphor for the whims of the spirit…

The silent stones are pregnant
with the shades of lives past …

Under the dense sky
of these ancient Judean hills
the  human prayer seeps
into the endless recesses
of the scorched rocks…

 The layers of stone masonry
 In  Ha'tamid street
 in the Jewish quarter
of the Old City of Jerusalem
opens ways to the play of the living spirit…

Infinity is met in the Unuttered Word
between the Holy Tomb, the Sheep Herd
& the Water drank by the thirsty Soil…

For thousands of years
on the way to Jericho
the earthenware pots
are  waiting…
to be filled
with manifestations of the spirit….