Umm el-Fahm, Galilee

at the end of the day

"My place is placeless

a trace of the traceless

I belong to the Beloved

Divine Whole"

Rumi

The school's walls were covered by rotating poetry, images of bright horizons and floating words from the centre of Being. That's how remember it, if memory does not fail.

Thank you Umm el Fahem

Names of People

 Happy
Beautiful

River of Paradise

Afflatus

Hope for Love
Faith 

Perfect

Garden of Eden

Awake at Night

Umm el Fahm, Uncle Vania.

The Mask of the City is like a Hand,

Five fingers always wide spread, 

sometimes holding up the breath,

forever  stretched to the guest.

Five masks. Papier Mache', currently in display at Umm el Fahem Gallery, Israel.

The Tree

     The City 

   Mother Charcoal 

Sheik Traffic

 The Wadi Ara

Fourth Mask

The Mask of Trees

The Muezzin

big 

small

hot

cold

up 

down

under

around

on

above

with

without

near

far

inside

outside

and behind

the hill

there is a place of olive trees

and its silence keeps away

those who do not know of Glory the price.

 

We, whom are not belonging to any peoples, we can observe them with attention, find the exit and from there, see also the necessity of the World, of Time and History, like constellations in their skies, through the beautiful darkness in which they move.