Finally, someplace that was all about the love.

Halleluyah, a psalm to be sung and played / Halleluhu, with all the music to be made.

I’ve been wandering / Through all kinds of strange fields / In search of different kinds of love / I needed to see if what I felt was real.

A posthumous ‘conversation’ with Shlomo Carlebach, a/k/a Reb Shlomo, whose music I had been listening to since I was a young child.

This is the time / the time of the season / This is the time / The season for completion.

Walked through the Old City just the other night / Heard a voice shouting “Do You See The Light!

I search my ways and examine them / On the long hard way back

These are the journeyings of Heshy R.

RIP David Bowie and Reb Shlomo Carlebach, zt"l