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Moving Poetry by Dr. Julian Ungar-Sargon

Time Heals...Or Does It?

jyungar February 4, 2014

Over time

The experience of this flux

Of my selfhood through these decades

From earliest re-­‐collections

Through the struggles of identity

Relationships

Loves

Failures

Betrayals

Deceits

Fooling others

Fooling oneself

Exposed

Denatured

Traumatized

ICU bed unable to move

Loyalties

Rituals

Studying

Writing

Teaching

Relationships

Self-­‐destruction

Self –sacrifice for others

Compassion

History

Survival

Sense of other

Drowning in love

Experiencing the sunlight

The sacred lake

The needle plunging into human tissue

The precision

The diagnosis

The thrill of healing

The hurt done to others

Through incompetence

The life given to others

Through intuition

The rejection

The wounding

The inner boy alive

The divine

The feminine divine

The wounded divine

The music of the divine

The art

The Bach and Chopin preludes

The children

Their pain

The grandchildren

The utter joy and unawareness

The sense of time and its passing

The sense that nothing has changed

The pain in the heart that remains

Of loves and hurts

Where time has no bearing

No dulling

No calming

No soothing

For these points in the biography

That emerge from the canvas two-­‐dimensionally

And prod me the viewer

Gazing at it, as if in an art gallery

Reminding me of unfinished business

And the real bullet points of my life

That withstand, and resist the passing of time

In these moments of anguish

They all coalesce

To form an indicting finger

In the court of self analysis

The good times seem a dream

Only these nodes of anguish

Seem real

The loves and betrayals

The moments of bliss-­‐in-­‐pain

These seem now

As a privilege

A glimpse into another world

Through the heart not the brain

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