InteGRATion into GRATeFULLness
Singing&Sounding keeps me Sound

2007_03_26

lyrics: Psalm 4 end, the words are slightly turned around

tune: Christa-Rachel Bat-Adam July 8, 1986 while parking my bus for a night in town, at Zahala, Tel-Aviv

The original text: The usual, lacking translation Thou hast put gladness in my heart... In peace will I both lay me down and sleep; for Thou, LORD, makest me dwell alone in safety

You are giving joy into my heart joy In peace (or in wholeness) together (me and me together, or me and you together) shall I lie down and I shall sleep and sleep for you are Ha-Shem (YHWH) for Ha-Shem are you alone , in safety, will you make me dwell You!

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2010

2010_04_11 - Mika's Heaven on Earth Since August 1, 2009, I employ song-page after song-page for documenting and exploring the evolution of Mika my youngest grandchild, whose assignment seems to be: to demonstrate to humankind by her own living and doing, how to playfully create from moment to moment "zest-fully and full-filled" [see previous composition]

"....Manifestation is meant to be a playground
where being and doing are fun..."
[Godchannel, Second Interview with the Folks]

Since Mika's thread has reached SongGame 2007_03_17,
I've been creating a more comprehensive composition than before:
Not only a sculpture made up of Mika's personal, individual being ~ playing ~ living
but a composition of the major experiences of her family -on this planet -at this time.
This will include scenes in the recent past, from Immanuel's album [since 2010_01_01]
and relevant e-mail quotes from Abraham or quotes from other nourishing sources.

Always with Mika in the background and foreground of my mind and heart,
I continue my virtual journey with her father and brother in Brazil's jungle.

Again, the interior of the Amazonas village reminds me of "Succah in the Desert"

And from the jungle in Brazil - through the Abraham-Succah in the Negev of Israel
to the last images of my "Wadi of Compassion", 3 minutes from my home at Arad:

I deviate from the track on which I walked up all along the Wadi of Compassion,
in order to honor "the grave" with the stone, on which I once painted "Khaemlah".
I remember the funny funeral of "the Quartet", when they passed by "the grave".
That was in 2007, after 2 years of constant filling-up that ugly square with stones.
Now I'm still picking up tiny stones which forever endanger my path up and down
and throw them into the "Grave of Compassion", whatever this may symbolize....
The small shrubs around "the grave" keep growing and may in time overgrow it!

I return to the "junction" between my path and my Wadi,
and send one last look down to the south and up to the north,
before I climb up to the street in which I live

One of the many lovely flowers which the short desert spring allows me to delight in

And - back from my desert sitting-hiking
once again - my wall and my garden and my veranda, this time from the perspective of my neighbor's gorgeous Amarillius.