The New Year Arrives At The House January 2016 Comments

Dear Daniel! a opening that heralds the source of light - it may be a poem. crease in the sky - kabbalists say - it is the letters of Alphabet. even if you are a wound - God is in it, Gos is with you. always. there was som good perpose in this wound! King Lear... It is all his egoism which broke the country, you describe in last lines? the poem reminded me Brodsky's style - so I loved it!

Excellent poem, Daniel! Riveting description of humans and their lives, mourning for the past, never thinking of how they can improve the future so when it becomes the past our memories will be brighter and filled with the goodness we have left behind. Why is it that we don't think ahead and make choices to improve our outlook and attitude in life? Why is our interior life left to dry up and not be a part of what we can do for ourselves interiorly? So many questions have come from the depths of this poem, Daniel! Why do we always analyze the past without doing so for our futures. That is quite a question to ponder isn't it? Thank you for this amazingly brilliant poem, Daniel! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ RoseAnn

It seems we only take the time to analyze the past, perhaps mourn for it, and think about what our roles on earth should be, during arbitrarily set holidays such as new years. The sun is in no special place in the sky nor is the Earth at a critical point in its orbit but on January 1st, many reflect for the only time until the next orbit brings that date again