


He spent the last decade travelling, mainly in India and Europe. It is on this journey that he found the ability to let his words flow again after many years of repression.
Read more of Dhyan’s poems at Utopian Fragments
A voice has called me
and I’ve searched
for who, and what it is that summoned me.
The vain pleasures of this world have called for me,
softly and sweet-talking.
I have sought and I have toiled
and at the end I have found
only drops of water.
וחיפשתי לי קרא קול
לי קורא אשר זה הוא ומה ,מי
לי קראו הזה העולם הבלי
וברוך שפתיים במתק
ויגעתי תרתי
מצאתי ובסוף
מים של טיפות רק