Elul and the realm that is without limit, the light that never ends.

Against this dimming sky, in the season which has bared the wood of its foliage, the observer, vessel of senses and G-dliness, perceives the black ink silhouette of the tree’s sinewy form with its myriads of limbs expanding outward into the lit space as a two dimensional apparition. Within the crevices of the branches he notes an anomaly, the nest of a bird. This habitat would be concealed on a summer day in full bloom but today it appears as an alien structure outside the natural rhythm of the tree’s growth and naked so as to be a tool for understanding. He imagines from the bird’s perch a world limited to needs, the drive of the animal spirit to live, the instincts for security, sustenance, and continuity.

The humanoid observer knows more than the superficial knowledge his eyes beget. If she walks nearer the tree he experiences its three dimensionality and greater detail than the impression of black shadow and light. She observes the tree’s bark and the nuance of character the fiber demonstrates. From every available angle she sees the light is not nearly a backdrop but a blanket effusively present. The narrower, more frail branches of the tree run a course converging into sturdier, heavier limbs. These heavier limbs converge into a singular trunk. Beneath the tree’s skin (bark) exists channels cut into the fleshy pulp which draw water against gravity to the higher realms. The vitality of the tree’s perimeter rests in the dense wood fiber of previous generations. The weight of the trunk drives downward into the organic dust, the soil of generations, into further concealment where with diligence the observer notes the trunk diverges into a secondary myriad array of tentacles pushing into the depths to draw water for the tree’s revealed portion. The observer could go on and on into discovery, into the generations of seeds which came before and brought this tree into being, into the cellular matter and the divisions of solids, liquids, gases, into the sub-universe of atomic matter, towards the quantum properties, as the holy Chazon Eash, z’t’k’l states, (Faith and Trust perek 1) she can observe the depth of the earth and the expanse of the sky.

The nest is derived organically from twigs; the lighter entities of the tree itself, the heavier branches spread out, under the bird’s structure, hardly practical for the nest but necessary to support its weight, secure in branches, forming a shelter. The birds derive sustenance and maintain existence in the small envelope of their world. The nest houses the creature’s brood. The vessel, the animal entity, is propelled with the needs for food shelter, and continuity. Though each creature is endowed with uniqueness so that an in intelligent being may perceive even individual personality in the animal kingdom, they fail to achieve, to any observer with discernment, the refinement possible within the human’s statement into the world.

The expressions of personality amongst the animal kingdom have negligible meaning compared to the humanoid and our portion/reflection of G-dliness (reason and imagination). These creatures flitter about, compelled to live temporarily, though He considers and endows their every movement, every instinct with vitality and prepares in advance of their needs “You give them their food at its proper time.”

The bird’s orbit includes the tree it is nestled in, the fruits, insects, the nectar of the field, the dry branches, twigs removed, etc, but it does not perceive the wholeness of the world in which it dwells, the completeness of the fabric of the worlds of which it is a part. This is the manner of existence for the outsiders of the Torah, lacking the internal quality of the merit of the fore-parents (Rabbi Chaim Zimmerman, z’t’k’l, states a person can know everything! Granting, of course, that everything never ends so they are both eternally knowledgeable and eternally desiring knowledge and they will be sated, for the verse states “He opens His hands and He satisfies all the desires of the living,” and “Eat with joy for He has already drawn your desire near.”).

The observer notes the bird’s realm is unfathomably deep and how even the most remote tip of the furthest root concealed from the eye works in concert as a whole for the bird’s sake, for our sake. The matter of creation extends, beyond our knowing, into the realm of that without limit, the light which never ends.

And who is able to measure the whole extent of the Abishter’s wisdom to recognize the tapestry to which humanity is embroidered? Except by the merit of the fore-parents, born of earth and forged in humility, who acted with trust and faith in the dark of the night, the epoch of nothingness, darker than the host in Mitzrayim? As the remnant outside the Clouds of Glory, Dan, who heralded the redemption as does the month of Elul. The charter which existed in the midbar with serpents and scorpions and emerged from a pit in which there was no water! Just as Yosef HaTzaddik tasted the harshness of exile and he is likened to the Avos. As his father and great grandfather, Yosef is removed from his family, like Avraham from his family and the children of Israel from the family of mankind. Sent into the heart of the sea which constricts (M’ tzar’ yam) until none return except by the blessing of  redemption the Abishter places on Israel. Only Israel comes out of Mitzrayim! Only Torah may see from one end of the world to the other!

This is among the merits of reciting, amen y’hay shmay raba, which saves us with nourishment for the seed and the worlds in which we lay buried. Defines and girds our separation from the material world and its temporality for we praise HaShem eternally and infinitely, beyond the scope of our knowing, with humility, that His wisdom, His blessing, His expression of life rests upon and invigorates every element revealed and concealed of the creation for our sake. That we may serve Him with the study and teaching of Torah, with the performance of Mitzvos and acts of goodness despite the impenetrable concealment of His presence and the night’s darkness despite lacking the ability to know empirically the length, breadth, depth and width of His regard. We recognize the advance of our fortune from His great love, ahava raba, and strive for existence beyond the fanciful flights of our fractional being. This is the redemption of the world, the union of soul and flesh, the peace made between light and dark where the Abishter sanctifies the Shabbos for all times and the soul elevates the body for all time, the cleft in the rock, and the place of Moshe’s burial. Wherein all things express both their image, tzelem, and their likeness, d’mus, and the eternal nature of our being, as His being, is known and revealed with unending gladness and union.

Why DO we marry!?

There is nothing new under the sun and I may only mimic (indirectly (the interior experience allows the human to mimic the righteous, to become like them)) those luminaries, distant from me, but their light penetrating the depths with profundity. They have emerged as citizens of their holy souls, they have conceded the force of their wills, ever increasing with cunning (electron vort from previous post), to His Will, the light of His Torah, harbinger of our freedom (there is no free person except one who toils in torah*), and their will is His Will*.

In the stellar realms, l’havdil bein kodesh v’chol, the greatest influences are unobservable, their presence confirmed only indirectly through the light they attract and generate. Yet the legions dance and swirl, their actions sound and true. Their voices, the impressions of their journeys, teach of the universes’ construct. Ben Adam invents, composes song, discovers, and the Israelite, a flag bearer, draws true and eternal arms, “You have set my table before me, against my enemies. (Tehillim 23:5)”

I heard from my holy master and teacher, my Zaidy, z’t’k’l, “What is the main thing? What does “daven” mean? To pray, yes, but more so, to speak. When we daven, we are speaking to HaShem, and we may speak to HaShem at any moment.” This language, the capacity to know how to speak, where does it derive from?

I can hear the hours, coursing through me, of his singing these beloved verses, may they never leave my presence, “I was a boor! And I did not know!! I was like a captive animal with You. And  You are always with me! You have taken me by my right hand. (Tehillim 73:22,23)

Master would then say aloud, “Du! You, HaShem! The good! Du! The bad?!?! What bad?!” And his life was full of sorrow and trial, full of crushing loss and yet only from his lips did I hear, “Good, is HaShem to all, and His mercies extend to all of His doings. (Tehillim 145:9) There is no bad. My teacher’s loftiness escapes me.

The whole of the composition is for ben Adam to “speak” with HaShem; to relate to, in, and with the infinite dimensions. Every fraction of the world being a facet, the whole of the creation unraveling in spacetime, for our sake, to communicate with Him, provided through His Mercy and Judgment. Descending from your holy parents, gathering among our siblings, our teachers and friends, and ascending to that highest place with the spouses.

These relationships reflect to the discerning a glimmer of the infinite array, the untold numbers of facets shimmering, zeev haolam, all the manners that HaShem relates to us. He is not distant and removed, chalila! Rather, the Abishter is near, so near that we may only observe indirectly. As I heard from my master and teacher, the son of my master, regarding the R’M’B’N in his introduction to his commentary of the Chumash, the white fire reveals all information, and we are unable to decipher anything, we are not vessels capable of receiving this information, so the black conceals a portion of the light, generating this liminality, and we, from the “cleft of the rock (Shemos 33:22),” discern the spectrum relative to us and from here, as Rabbi Chaim Zimmerman, z’t’l, states in the first chapter of ‘Torah and Reason’ and, as is stated by ben Bag Bag in Pirke Avos, 5:26, “turn the Torah over and over for everything is in it. Look into it, grow old and worn over it, and never move away from it, for you will find no better portion than it.”

As is taught in the above section of the Torah regarding Moshe and his desire to see HaShem, this was revealed and this concealed, but the the thing is not removed from us, rather, “it is very near to you, in your mouth and in your heart, to do it. (Devarim 30:11-14)

All these facets, their expanse without cessation, while singular, despite their construct and magnitude, are nothing before HaShem. They require union, unity, unification. The lone planet, the lone star, without a gravitational anchor glides into the nothing forever. We are clever, we may have wisdom, but lacking humility, we may not have Torah – G-d forbid! This one says that, the other says this. A myriad reasons crop up to distract our intentions. Why do we do a thing such as marriage, when standards and norm seem a current ever changing?

We marry, simply, because of our fear of Shemayim as the possuk states, “And do not turn from all these matters I have commanded you with today, neither to the right or the left… (Devarim 28:14)

There are places we stand that, without humility, we can never know.

This is the great war, the great shalom derived, and why the learning of one who is single does not conceive or know this completeness, this redemption. Through engagement with the other , through the increasing of shalom, we prepare ourselves to “know before Whom we stand.”

* Pirke Avos

A Love Letter Prayer, Elul תשעיו

 

Into Spacious lands,

unfurling,

I am the opposite of Your intent;

saying much, doing little.

Glib, even now.

Not a step I take waxes towards greatness.

But I love You,

I pray when I catch myself snoozing:

Please accept me as Yours,

Your own child;

as one who serves their master without the intent that there will be a reward.

I’ll fail as Your employee, lazily

backsliding as I do with contagious ease.

I am ashamed, but inappropriately.

I am empty, a hollow reed whipped easily in the winds and still,

I am fearful, unabated with anxiousness over You.

My trustworthiness lacks;

selling low, setting taught sails on forlorn paths,

only on Your account do I remark

or demonstrate, my contentiousness obstructs,

the thickness in me, hung as dead weight.

I scheme, too, until filled with remorse and sadness, I climb the steep hill toward home, tired from conflict.

Please, my only and truest Love, loyal companion, master, lover, friend – of You, does the spectrum provide likenesses the discerning and heartbroken exiled note.

Polish the surface,

set the lens.

Rivulet light,

dew on valley greens.

I hunger with voracity,

please let me not go,

not sing songs of loneliness, indirectly, over Our memories.

Aye, Rabbenu shel Olam,

Du.

Those things gathered.

the deepest things

incommunicable;

only a topic heading,

a statement like ‘i love you’

and all we carry.

these lifetimes unknown except

who will play, sing my music

while the day lazes away

off on unchecked tides

rushing long galley planks sprung

pooling waltzes

3/4 time marching

swirling under nebulae canopies

the light gentle and shaken

as salt grains grasping challahs

like the warble clinging to a bird

Poem Meditations

I’ve spent all day being a fool,

like robins’ bob in stalks,

tendrils grip firm,

early March,

winter still present.

 I wake up

crying out.

Somebody’s impression left on the mattress,

sheets gone,

pillows uncloaked;

the master has left.

Doors unlocked,

carpets trampled

and this beating heart in the kitchen braises past its alarm

into caramelization and char.

Dreams,

all them tunnels

burrowing down;

into chasms

under constant scour,

pruned between

honed flanks,

scouting hordes

lashing

tentacles through bait-balled peasantry,

husbands’ dire

sprung, rendered madness

caught in the thicket’s latch.