The Power Of Her Mind

 

Do not think it, she urgently
cautioned her mind. Do not begin
to think it, her growing awareness
counselled her; schooled, entreated,
cautioned her. The irresistibly
growing realization that her mind
was the fount from which events -
sordid and sorrowful grew, impinged.

Frail and innocent she may appear
in her advanced years, but what
has been revealed to her is the
power dwelling deep within.
Think of some misfortune and someone,
somewhere, will suffer. Imagine a
catastrophe and it occurs. Idly
contemplate a life-shattering
occurrence and there it is, a living
manifestation of her dread power.

She knows now, with a startling
clarity that she is the ineffable
instrument of disaster; from her mind
leaps atrocities, misery, hopeless
surrender to nature's and humankind's
evil design incarnate. She represents
the means by which a malign force
exerts its vicious domination over
all that exists, as a plaything to
relieve the tedium of its existence.

She can no longer live within the
impossible weight of her guilt, and
imparts her dread knowledge to all
who will listen. But they doubt her sanity
and proffer tender concern for her
aged plight of what they term dementia.

And this finally destroys the pain
of her living guilt, leaving her free
to permit her imagination free rein.
After all, she forewarned them all.
She told them so. Was that not so?

 

 

Silent Suffering to Appease Jew-Hate

 

At last, a solution. It was there, all the while

but overlooked for perhaps it was too simplistic

and in its simplicity held no allure for the victims

of Jew-hate. The answer to which is to suffer, for

in this Jews have acquired a skill, one of dire

endurance. Suffer, preferably in humble silence

for is that not your proven destiny? Even through

observations of contempt that under threat of death

Jews met their destiny in silence, as lambs to the

slaughter. For the fate of Jews when Europe became

a charnel house dedicated to annihilation by edict

of Nazi Germany was surely preordained. And 

the excruciating mass slaughter of a people scorned

and rejected throughout history earned empathy

from a global community that sat by unmoving as

the caravan of death proceeded. A horrendous

event that is yearly memorialized by the survivors

(every Jew on Earth) and by sanctimonious heads

of state intoning grief at that cataclysmic epic of

slaughter unimpeded and triumphant. Hushed

respect for those millions who perished by those

who witnessed genocide at a safe distance, the 

very same global communities that disown the

Jewish experience on the recreation of that people's

ancestral home, where Jews no longer submit to

'fate' but respond to the lethal violence unleashed

by their enemies, meeting terrorism by meting 

out punishing self-defense to all those who seek

to recreate the Holocaust. And in so doing risk

(and welcome) the censure of those who prefer 

Jews in their traditional role of silent suffering.

 

 

And .. No One .. Cares

 

It behooves the powerful of the world to gather

as one at a significant memorial of man's inhumanity

to man, as a demonstration that they are concerned

not only with securing their nations' advantages

when they regularly appear at convocations to

discuss the state of the world economy, their security

and international relations. They gather on grave

occasions of remembrance as well, to recall the

sacrifices made when World Wars roiled the globe

and when the most extraordinary effort at genocide

occurred within living memory, on its way to receding

from the world's notice altogether. There they are

their august presence signifying grief and consolation

for the unfortunate target of a totalitarian government's

obsession to obliterate Jews, despised, isolated and

disenfranchised, strident propaganda preparing their

population for a culling of a people unsuited to live

among them. The architecture of a vast scheme meant

to free Europe from the grasping, mendacious Jews

proceeded apace with stunning regularity and success

the knowledge of which was acknowledged yet not one

country in the 'free world', much less a coalition of any

determined to save whom they could did other than close

their borders. Yet that lazy indifference to the plight of

Europe's Jews lingers  and the same nations that decried

the enormity of the genocide, gathered at Auschwitz to

polish their concerned credentials supporting human rights

once again do nothing as the same Jew-hating forces from

a variant source infecting populations everywhere are once

again at full throttle. And .. no one .. cares. The rampant

hypocrisy on display as Jew-hate marches triumphantly

through the streets of Europe and North America despite

stringent laws forbidding such fore-runners of solutions

to the ancient problem of what to do with the Jews...when

all Jews want and long for is to be unrecognized and safe.

 

 

Exceptionalism

 

All lives, the wise among us say

are unique. Except some more

so than others. There is only one

tried soul whom his obituary

can identify as the final survivor

of the Treblinka death camp, now

too gone. Some among us live

double lives reflecting dissatisfaction

with the reality of their own. They

dream of winning a lottery to

free them of financial cares

solving all the ills their lives have

ever confronted them with. Little

knowing, much less caring that

the lottery of life was theirs not 

to have been born a Jew in pre-1935

Europe. That last survivor lived

his own double life, that of

normalcy after liberation from

death from a living nightmare

that deprived him of those he loved.

And the live memory of a lifetimes-

worth of horror. Now, laid to rest

both his lives have surrendered to

obliteration in mortality's due time

of human reckoning, nature-designed.

 

 

Divine Music

 

Does genius confer upon itself

a greater awareness and

partnership with nature?

Perhaps those brilliant minds

capable of nudging their

brains to wander along

strange pathways to

theorize nature's blueprint

were first nurtured by an

especial endowment at birth

exposing them to the music

of the Universe's rotating

spheres, the soft hissing of

gases, the low moaning of

the celestial winds, the

musicality of light glancing

off ice and meteoric flash-bys

strumming those ineffably

divine chords enticing minds

of genius to leap over the

mundane, grasp the waves of

energy and time to focus on

the purpose of existence.

 

 

Yours Forever

 

Well, it seems, not forever at all.

Who knows the mysterious ways

of the human heart. These sadly

pensive letters of regret and

longing must have meant

something to whomever they

were meant for, surely? Neatly

handscripted, literate and

heartfelt, I imagine them to have

been addressed by a young

still-heartsick woman to a

young man, their parting amicable

and of mutual agreement however

regretted. They are neatly folded

expressing lingering love and

no solace to be found anywhere

but in memories of time shared

deep in companionship. Discovered

between the pages of a book

discarded for resale, an adventurous

memoir -- so then, written to the

man, one can reason. On the other

hand, this book has been bought

to be given to me, a woman.

Whichever half of an erstwhile

tender pair who tucked the memories

of a love dissolved evidently

dispensable; the evidence in

the discard of book and letters.

 

Seeking Simple Solutions

They are eternal and everlasting

those questions that perplex

humankind, queried by one

generation after another leaving

each to struggle with an answer

to achieve a final response that

will put those questions and the

search for the solution to the

dilemma forever at rest. What

is the purpose of existence? ask

troubled souls unwilling to live

life to its fullest potential without

knowing why they should bother.

Why is humankind destined to

live a paltry defined lifespan? leading

to a search for a magical elixir or

readily-achieved blueprint to

guarantee long life. Then the

perennial Valentine's Day question:

how do I show my loved one in

how many ways do I love? But

if one loves another the answer is

abundantly clear and achievable.

Love as you would yourself, and

care as much as you do for yourself

and express that love in innumerable

simple ways throughout the length and

breadth of your fortunate lives together.