Stepping in Air

And once I was meditating, 

Laying down on the rock,

I was silent and still-

Stillness in the sun.

The flies were buzzing, 

A distant song of Purim through waves of thin air-

Carried to my ears, from a mountain far away.

Once I was meditating, 

Laying down for so long,

That the ravens above me started circling my calm.

Their flap of wings is not silent at all,

Each movement a step in the air up above,

Then a pidgin or a dove, also passed by -

Stepping in air, not flying at all.

They swim with effort, 

With ease they can dive. 

They walk in G-d, daring to step on high.

How miraculous it is, that You hold them like this.

For me, You are a rock,

For them You are the sky,

For no matter where we step-

You are our matter, our energy, our power;

It is You who sustains our every single breath.