We all grasp reality differently,
Our mirroring of reality
Is therefore subjectively true.
We live in our own
World and cannot see the
Absolutely true reality;
We belie it.
True is only he,
Who ceaselessly creates
Slowly and in toil
With a distant aim in sight;
Who seeks the truth. *
Written on September 28, 1975: 11 days before her death
•When asked “are you such a one?”
Her reply was swift “I hope I am”
Miriam Felicia Lindberg (1957 -1975), was only eighteen at the time of her death. She wrote poems in Hebrew, Swedish, English and in French. She was known for her fight against nuclear weapons, her involvement in youth communities, rich creative gifts and intensive work, in spite of her youth, for the cause of Peace in the Middle East and for Israel’s right of existence; for a safe, peaceful world for all of humanity. We remember her not only for her creativity and activity, but for her great soul.
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