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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

The Shadowy One

Julian Ungar-Sargon November 25, 2007

"Perhaps everything that frightens us is something

helpless that wants our love." Ranier Maria Rilke

Despite running to PT massage even chiropractic and

acupuncture I feel whipped. MRIs confirm the objective

facts But there remains a deep gap between the pictures

and my experience of the pain.

Yet I was trained to treat other’s pain so expertly! And daily

go about listening for the specifics of their disease Years

and years of listening to pain then diagnosing and making

differential diagnoses What it might be what it could be

ruling out this or that... then To decide where and when my

intervention might alleviate their suffering. But for my own

pain, despite the knowing! Powerless!

So what is this disease teaching me? You may ask. Slowly

it dawns on me that despite the knowledge of the pain It

still will not go... the pain continues... As if had I gone to a

psychoanalyst and heard the root cause for my emotional

disorder That in itself, the very understanding of the

process and etiology of the disorder Will NOT make the

neurosis go away! One needs years of analysis!

So what will make this go away! Maybe, just maybe The

incarnation of the knowledge IN THE BODY A kind of body

awareness, not mind awareness The way the pain and

illness was originally incarnated into the soma Into the

symptoms, into the very corpus I call my body So too the

healing must come from the body and be released from

the body Letting go of the pain in the body.

I cannot do this alone. I can only accomplish this by

surrender. The little 10 year old, arrested in his or her

development must be taken by the psycho- analyst in the

above example, By the hand, loved and caressed despite

the behavior and neurosis... What we call “transference”...

and allowed to mature over time, ever so slowly In the

safety of the therapeutic relationship.

I think here too my pain must be allowed to be felt fully, to

ripen and mature And be surrendered to (see my essay on

mesiras nefesh and Rabbi Akiva)

This is the Higher Power we call divinity This is what

prayer is about Surrender and turning this pain over to

Him. King David’s Psalms are full of pain!!!! (Psalm 23

attests to his utter surrender despite the pain) And of

course, lest we forget

The psalms are meant to be sung! The rabbis wonder as

to why some of them are called psalms at all!! rather call

them dirges! Some of them! Yet the paradoxical answer is

that it is precisely in the pain That David sings to God Of

his pain and of his pursuit by his enemies and his hunger

and thirst Of all this he sings!!!

So here is my answer too To sing of my pain, paradoxically

To surrender to it Not fight it Not medicate it But listen to

the crying child inside who wishes to be heard Listen to his

message Above all, listen For being ignored is worse than

death for this little 10 year old.

And God said to me, Go forth: For I am king of time. But to

you I am only the shadowy one who knows with you your

loneliness and sees through your eyes. He sees through

my eyes in all the ages.

-R. M. Rilke, Book of Hours

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