Last night I dreamed I was a butterfly.
Or, is it that I am a butterfly, right now dreaming I am Nomi?
There is before benino, and there is after benino. And what was benino? All of the dream projects over the years seemed impossible to me, and I learned to relax to them and ride high to the skies. I learned to believe in the impossible. Sometimes the dreambutterfly lands briefly on your hand, and you can actually feel its powdery wings. I really did taste all those delicious bites, see those lovely plates coming out. Don't try to explain why a butterfly flies off again. Look! There it is, far off again.
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a celebration of the good that is here in Israel, eretz chemda tova urchava. A celebration of letters and words, how they dance with each other, tease and somersault, hide and play to create ever-changing boundaries, fractal as the shoreline of the sea
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- nomikaston
- Living in Netanya, Israel. Tilled the soil, planted figtrees, orange trees, lemon trees, and now I'm ready to begin putting it into letters, words, worlds.
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