Cross the border
Beyond the whole and broken
Until the not knowing
Remember then forget
And fall like a drunk
To be filled with the moon
Celebrate the moment
Of the end, of the climax, of the fullness that knows
It's time to empty.
To wake up to the morning where the angels blew
light, the sand was broken again, the rock was
almost falling again, but in the meantime, not yet ...
I felt blessed that I had the opportunity to "dress up" for a grain of sand, for Drunk.
Thank you very much Eli Alperovich and Moti Dagon who led so tenderly, with love, sweetness, creativity !! Beyond the border of life.
elin-or soirfman
Something in me moved, there in this piece
of desert. I came back differently. there is
A deeper calm in me, A stronger faith.
Greater consent and dedication.
I came back cleaner, with much more
place to experience the soul, the connection.
Much more present. All this journey
Was saturated with meditative moments in
them I lost myself completely in the moment.
elai ,i feel that you are a teacher by grace! In your quietness, gently, modestly, in totality, in dedication, in listening and flow ... You can give direction with the slightest touches at the most precise moments..
tami eldan
9.12.2016
I returned from the desert
As hard as the peaks of the rocky mountains
And as soft as the red sand
Contains like dune and absorbs like the wadi
sand My feet Stable and connected as the sky
directs and is focused like The view from the
peaks. I returned from the desert. I came back
from the mountain. Sealed like sand rocks
Transparent as the rays of the sun through the clouds
Impenetrable as layers of sand flask
And soaked like rain clouds. Concentrated and sharp as a the lederman knife
And soft like a sleeping bag. I came back from the mountain.
yoram alperovitch
My heart is filled with warm red sand when
i think about our beautiful journey to these
amazingly powerfull sanctums of Wadi Rum.
Stillness of the desert took over me. Power
of standing rock. Surrendering for erosion
of life. Old needs to collapse so the new
can emerge. Like Fenix-bird. Erypting with
the magma and steam from the core of the
Earth. Core of our soul. When the time
passes, what happens to our joy of presence that we experienced? By letting ourselfs fall
into the purity of exploring we set ourselves free of judgements that our minds create. For this magical moment we allow ourselves to feel and just be. We experience complete oneness with all that is. We feel autenticity. We feel grounded, but at the same time we experience that there is no limit for our power. Cause we are all.. We have power of mountains and easiness of the wind. The joy that we experienced is transformed into a golden string that we use for weaving the web of our exitence. And our voices keep on echoing on the walls of Wadi Rum.
