Poems and Collages

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Birds fly into me

13 * 25.5

Collage on paper

By Emma Sham-ba

It's time to make a personal contact with a tree / Emma Sham-Ba

The tree outside the window grew new leaves.
Two birds built a nest.
The top of the tree is exactly on the hight of my eyes in the third floor’s window.

I would like to
Stand up and to stand still
To stand up, still and silent.

Trees grow by themselves.
Leaves bloom by themselves.
Birds fly by themselves.

People as well
But it is needed
To stop the momentum and rest
For building a nest.

A new sun is shining from my forehead
Showing the thoughts the path of growth.


 

Knowing / Ben Avi

I would have never known what love is had I listened to all the poems, all the novels, and all the films.

I would have never known what love is had I expected you to be somebody.

I would have never known what love is had I thought I’d known who I was.

I would have never known what love is had I stayed on the spring board.

I would have never known love is this.

I would have never known someone could be so deep in the chambers of my heart.

I would have never known that love has forms and love is formless.

I would have never known you as my mother.

I would have never known you, as my childhood friend.

I would have never known you, as a guest in the temple of god.

I would have never known you, as a stranger in this strange land.

I would have never known that love is still not knowing the other.

I would have never known, had I known.

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Flowers

30 * 30

Collage on two walls and a ceiling

By Ben Avi

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Etty Hillesum is looking at me

11 * 15

Collage on paper

By Emma Sham-ba

Kochav and Courbet / Ben Avi

Co-pilots
On a desert adventure
On a quest for home
An adventure of a lifetime
Which planet will we visit today?
I’ve never seen anything like this before
I’ve never shown anybody anything like this before
God is a great artist

Enjoying me in my shallowness and in my depth
Is there really any difference?
Knowing you in your wisdom and in your passion
Is there really any difference?
We are the place where the poles meet

You make love to the canvas, the brush your dick
Your body my canvas and chocolate my brush
The chef eats his meal
And then he gets to fuck the sun
She melts my stuck energies
My stiffness
My agony
My pain
And I discover again the mirror inside of me
Then the sun gets to see herself
And I’m left wondering
Does that mean I too am a sun?

I'm left wondering
After a lifetime of adventures
Who are you Kochav?

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Double

14 * 22

Collage on paper

By Emma Sham-ba

Fragile Eternity / Emma Sham-Ba

When I was a child there were in my parents bathroom two mirrors
In front of each other
From both sides
When I stood in the middle and I looked at one of the mirrors
I saw my reflection being mirrored
And the reflection of my reflection being mirrored
And the reflection of the reflection of my reflection being mirrored
And so on, and so forth
The reflection was endless as much as i could follow
I saw my face and I saw my hair
I saw this side and I saw that side
And I saw the duplication
But what I saw in the mirror was not my reflection
What I saw was giving me orientation
To the direction
Of eternity.
I remember trying to count and I remember my amazement
Realising that counting could go on forever.
The reflection huddled together
Getting smaller and smaller
One inside the other
I had a daily date with eternity in this room
Gazing into the vanishing point
And beyond.

When I was a teenager
I was discovering the process of getting naked
In front of eternity or in front of a star
Imagining the man whom i will love
Imagining how will it feel like to slowly unveil myself in front of him
Imagining the man whom i will love looking at me
Seeing my naked beauty as a reflection of eternal beauty

When love entered at my doorway
love positioned itself in the centre and asked us to serve as mirrors
love became naked
For becoming clear mirrors we had to empty ourselves
From any expectations of how love should look like
And allow love to appear as it wants to appear
love in the centre gets to know itself as fragile eternity
love in the centre gets to know itself with all its vulnerability
love in the centre gets to know itself as a shaky star
love in the centre gets to know itself as a story without sides.