Last Omer poem of the season! By Ya’el Chaikind


The last drop of light
hangs above the moon

illuminating the cusp
of revelation, that still

moment between day
and night where we stand

at the threshold of all
possibilities, where a choice

will lead us through the next
doorway, and with heads held

high and the wisdom that
it takes far more energy to

struggle than to lean into
our inner Yes, we leap,

letting the adventure
unfold us, again, and again.

Ya’el Chaikind

Omer Day 49:
Malchut Shebe Malchut
Majesty, Dignity, & Nobility within Majesty, Dignity, & Nobility

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I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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