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Simkhat Torah: Between the End and the Beginning

10/21/2014

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Last week, on the holiday of Simkhat Torah, coming at the very end of the harvest festival of Sukkot, I found myself at Kehilla Community Synagogue in Piedmont, California, between two Torah scrolls laid out on the lectern. The scroll to my right was rolled to the very end of the Torah, the one to my left to the very beginning. I leaned forward in between them, surrounded by the powerful energy of these ancient words, hand-calligraphed onto parchment, and spoke about endings and beginnings. It was my honor to call people up for the reading of the very end of the scroll, performed every year in our community by Cantor Linda Hirschhorn. In a liturgical tour de force, she chants each verse with a different trope, the melodies used traditionally to chant sacred Jewish scriptures. When she comes to the very end, she takes a very deep breath and chants the last verse of Deuteronomy and the first verse of Genesis on one long exhale. Below is my drash (Torah exposition) and call to the community to "rise up" to the Torah. I was blessed to have input from my friend and colleague Latifa Kropf, who shared with me R. David Ingber's recorded commentary on the death of Moses.

“V’zot ha-brakhah, and this is the blessing…” We are about to lose Moses, Moshe, the quintessential figure who has guided us through so much of our Torah-year. Reluctant leader, radiant communer with the Divine, narrator and central figure of so much of our Torah story, Moses ascends to the heights, is held deep in the heart of G~d, touched by the Divine voice, the Divine hand, then shuttles back to earth to care for and contain and cajole an errant, fearful, often confused people, sprung unripe into freedom, struggling to understand their place in the world and to shoulder the responsibilities and unfurl the joys of serving the Holy.

That people is us; we surely are that people, as much as the Israelites ever were, needing guidance, needing wisdom, needing at times to have our hands held or some sense shaken into us. We’ve moved through the Days of Awe, stood before the seat of judgment, hoping to exchange it for the seat of mercy. We’ve prayed to peel back the husks, to reveal a clearer, more congruent version of our lives. We’ve sought to unknot the fisted places in our hearts, and we’ve sat in our rickety, impermanent sukkah shelters, leafy boughs above our heads, pinpoints of stars above the boughs, the sweet smell of autumn harvest--pri etz hadar, beautiful, fragrant fruits—in our nostrils, feeling a bit more at peace with our humanness, our frailty, our less than perfect world.

And now here we are, dancing with the Torah, Moshe’s chef-d’oeuvre, whirling in joy, suffused with a love we can hardly contain or name—knowing, all the while, that we’re about to lose Moshe himself.

Doesn’t it seem strange, sad, oddly unsatisfying that at the end of his Torah, Moshe just disappears, like a magician in a puff of smoke? Vanishes between Shabbats, when no one is looking, when we’re all caught up in joyful dancing and release, with no special Shabbat dedicated to the mourning his passing? Maybe it’s just too much in this z’man simkhateynu, the harvest season of our joy, to face the loss of the greatest wisdom figure within our sacred mythology, this humble companion and fierce guide who walks us through so many parshiot. Or maybe it’s hard, so soon after Yom Kippur, to be reminded of the end we humans all must face, cut off at what must always seem midstream, just short of our promised lands. 

But perhaps there’s a deeper wisdom here, a profound wisdom about the cyclic nature of life on earth and our humanity, the circlings, the hakafot that connect beginnings to endings and ends to beginnings. Moshe has lived 120, twice 60 years, double samekh. Samekh, the Hebrew letter that has a value of 60, is a symbol of wholeness, of completion—a simple round circle, closed, complete, empty, the end present in the beginning, the beginning implicate in the end. One circle of Moshe’s life is lived in unconscious privilege, in palatial insulation in Mitzrayim, Egypt.  A second circle—his mid-life career transition, you might say—is spurred by a sudden awakening to the plight of his enslaved people, and thrusts him into harsh truths of wilderness and human nature, as he struggles through wars, disbelief, cynicism, hunger, and fear to guide an unknowing multitude into the Unknown—protected, guided only by the Invisible Nameless…. two distinct yet interdependent samekh’s, two cycles of fullness, emptiness, completion

Maybe this is what all our dancing is about—not to deny loss and death, but to joyfully embrace the whole cycle of living and dying, the beginnings in the endings, the endings in beginnings. Rabbi David Ingber has taught that the Torah’s beginning with a Bet, the second letter of the Hebrew aleph-bet, points to a missing, mysterious Aleph, of which we can know nothing. This silent Aleph precedes the Bet of B’reishit and is the ground of Creation, and it is into this Aleph that Moses, kissed by G~d, sinks, disappears—not into nothingness, but into the deep, high, wide, mysterious, unknowable Aleph from which the whole story, the whole cosmos springs. There in the Garden, the snake, the first human beings, the Tree, the Flood, the lives of the patriarchs and matriarchs, this whole world of Ever-Arising Beingness, is Moshe Rabbeynu, Moses our Teacher, whispering, shouting, laughing, crying, teaching—anticipating his own re-birth.

In the beginning, writes the poet and spiritual teacher Mark Nepo,

where I was touched by G~d,

before my tongue had word,

before my mind had thought,

there, in the fire I still carry,

the mind and heart are one.

 

This aliyah is for those who wish to learn, along with Moshe and with Linda, to embrace every trope of Torah in the Great Yeshiva of living and dying. It’s for those willing to enter the unknown and unknowable, to join heart and mind within the Great Aleph that births Creation, and fueled with the faith and humility of Moses, to traverse endings and beginnings with hope, with trust, and with a deep love for all that humans aspire to. Yamdu, yamdu, yamdu….rise up, rise up, rise up!

 

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Prayer in a Time of Drought

10/6/2014

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We've moved through the Days of Awe, the days of returning, the weeks of self-examination, and now, G~d willing, we turn outward, to see our world with truer, clear eyes, to understand how deeply we are a part of it All, how deeply we are embedded in the matrix of all life, how it fills us. I experienced the Yom Kippur fast this year on retreat at Mt. Madonna Center in Watsonville, CA, in the midst of the most intense drought the state of California has known since weather began to be recorded. Temperatures on the mountain above Monterey Bay soared to 100 degrees; fasting without food or water, our small community of retreatants sang, moved, prayed, chanted Torah, drummed, meditated, and sweated together, melting down to an essential place of truth. This year I was inspired to translate the traditional prayer for a time of drought in the land of Israel and to bring that into our prayers of At-Onement.  Feeling the dryness of the land in our bodies, could we begin to understand how responsible we are to and for this Earth, our sacred home, even as She nurtures, cares for, and loves us? I offer my translation/adaptation of the traditional prayer here as a plea for consciousness and a siren call to action. As we move into the season of rains, both is Israel and California, may we indeed be blessed with streams of living water and showers of snow, and may this water strengthen us this year and in all the years to come, to partner with the Life Force of the Cosmos to tip the balance in Earth's favor, and in our own . Sukkot samey'akh, a joyful Harvest Festival to all.


PRAYER IN A TIME OF DROUGHT

We implore the Generative Force

of this Cosmos

to grace humankind with

compassion, with mercy,

and with the wisdom

to see and to steward

the splendid beauty

of this gorgeous and

fragile world

with which we have

been gifted.

Hear our prayer--

teach us to hear

our own prayers!--

bring dew and rain

to our parched land!

Shower our world

with Your goodness;

let our hands overflow

with blessings,

gift us with abundance.

Protect this year

from every badness

and violence;

fill it with hope

and with wholeness.

Be gracious, have compassion

upon us, our crops, our fruit.

Bless us with streams

of blessing.

May we meet Your gifts

with wise actions,

good decisions,

so that we may join You

in co-creating

life and satisfaction and peace,

as in the best of years.

Spare humankind

from plague and war and famine,

from vicious beasts, evil intentions,

from harshness and deprivation.

School us to see with Your eyes of compassion

so that our actions in the world

are steeped in goodness.

Hear, accept, and help us manifest

this prayer.

            (adapted from the traditional prayer in a time of drought by R. Diane Elliot, Yom Kippur, 2014/5775)

 


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    Rabbi Diane Elliot resides in the hills of El Sobrante, California, an East Bay suburb of San Francisco. She enjoys the peace of its softly contoured hills, the sunlight filtered through the small grove of redwoods on the hillside next to her home, and the dazzling, ever-changing beauty of the sky. 

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