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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

Rustling

Julian Ungar-Sargon February 24, 2008

A new musical form

Each leaf a solo instrument in a green orchestra

A quartet on a twig

A chamber group on a branch

A symphony orchestra this forest.

The conductor, the wind, equalizes all

She gently caresses each leaf

Giving exactly what it needs to sing

Beginning gradually to a crescendo of rustling.

I watch, reading my-self into this musical text.

When she gets agitated

The whole orchestra rises to the occasion, even branches

bending and twisting

Reflecting her sense of discomfort.

Yet each leaf retains its identity

Since there is an added participant in this musical morning

The brilliant sun

Whose rays reflect off each and every leaf, differently.

And the combined effort of wind and sun cause a

kaleidoscope of lights

To reflect off the tree adding light to the total sound experience

The more it rustles in the wind the more light it flickers

The more it attempts to reflect the son-et-lumière of its

own nature.

This rustling, this interaction of music and light, is healing

for my soul, in the darkness of my not knowing

Having come to acceptance of my ignorance, my

mediocrity, and my powerlessness over forces greater

than me, that wish to dominate me from within and

without.

I have not mastered the art of gnosis in anything- least of

all sacred science.

So this morning, in this glorious morning on the South

Lake of Chicago

Brilliant sun in the deep azure vastness of eternity,

I surrender, to this light, to the sense of His secret

Presence -malchut- for it flickers and rustles now here now

there, mati velo mati reaching touching but then gone in a flash.

A metaphor for any achievement in the past, momentary

images flickering like in an old super 8 home movie.

In the light I know I must leave this tortured self,

The tyranny of what might have been had I done this or that,

to be free like those sparkling leaves, to sing His song

without the fettered past.

I learn this from the orchestra above, the rustling is so

fleeting, ever changing, and temporary

Yet that this is OK too.

Teach me how to learn daas in this hastara.

(L.M. I :56.)

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