Michael Sazonov

Mission
About
Teaching
Projects
What’s the buzz?
Writing

image_555528967577828

Michael Sazonov

Recent Posts

Sonnet on a Ginkgo Leaf
Underground again
Lines on Claude Monet’s “Water Lilies”

Archives

Archives

Translate

Instagram

It was an honor being in such a talented house celebrating the fundraising efforts of the #Broadway #Community. Thank you to the tireless work of Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS — for all those you help on a daily basis — until there’s a cure...❤️ #Love #RedBuckets #RedBucketFollies

Today #Advent and #Chanukah begin. And as we prepare our hearth and homes for the most joyous of seasons, may we also take this time to rededicate our thoughts, words, and actions to our highest calling — the truth and light we all have within us — to be good and do good. No matter what we celebrate, there are things we all share with one another. And with a renewed sense of understanding I hope to practice more patience, openness, and love with myself and those closest to me, who sometimes do not receive what I give most freely to others. In the hope as well as work for peace around the world, I now feel it is only inside us that we can find forgiveness in the fragility of the fleeting. And it is only inside us that we can carry that spark of love, caring for it, as we kindle it for one another, bringing truth and light to all we encounter. Here’s to the work ahead. And all the fun and festivities too. Sending #LOVE to you all! And much thanks to this little Spruce that we could take with us, to remind us the work it takes to make something beautiful all season long.

The threshold of memory and future / Burns like quiet stars in ancient heaven, / and being caught in the middle of things / leaves us square in the start of an epic. / To Noura, whose tears are laden with pain / shared by many refugee immigrants. / To Yazen, in his tender youthful bliss, / who might never know of his ancestry. / What is most vital from our yesterdays / that might make us most strong for tomorrow? / Or are we meant to move on and forward, / away from our past, what we once held dear? / Can we only create a family / with memories that are yet to built?