Parshat Be'Midbar: Sound and Silence
The name of this week's parashah/portion, and the fourth book of the Torah, is Be'midbar which means "in the wilderness" (Be’midbar /Numbers 1:1 - 4:20).
A rabbinic commentary points out that if we change one vowel in the name of the parashah, the word במדבר be’midbar, in the wilderness, becomes be'midabeיr, or with one who is speaking.
I
found this ironic, since the wilderness is usually associated with
silence and solitude. However, we can imagine that the wilderness of
Sinai and its surroundings must have been anything but silent, with the
multitudes of Israelites and others wandering through it for 40 years.
However,
we all know that even in the midst of a cacophony one can experience
silence, just as one can experience deafening noise while walking in
solitude. What determines the silence or the solitude is not one’s
physical surroundings, but one’s inner state.
This poem uses the two different readings of the letters מדבר mentioned above to explore these various images. (Note: I first published this poem a few years back, but this is a newly edited version)
the wilderness of silent speech
wilderness
silent still serene
filled only with sounds of nature
wind rustling brush blowing sand
animal footfalls howls in the night
all whisper the truth of creation existence
a whole civilization within this wild expanse
humans go there to be alone at one at peace
so we think
for this is fantasy the ideal not real
for us
our wilderness is filled with people
is wild with sound
speech
dissent
screams
tears
laughter
joyous shouts
words of love
speech
never with silence
for 40 years give or take
we take what we have been given
give back what has been taken
our life in the wilderness
alive with the sounds speech words
creating and destroying
people life worlds
engulfing the silence
creating a wild place of words
filling it with cries of revolt
it swallows up rebels
with critical words
turning a sister’s skin white
a chorus of complaint
filling us to bursting
words of mistrust
setting us wandering
still
words also soothe praise comfort
our grief over
the death of sons
of a sister and brother
of so many
words decree the death of a dream
the death of a leader
the birth of a new people
the start of a new journey
and yet I wish words would cease
filling the wilderness and my mind
emptying me of the ability
to be still silent alone at one with you
I want a another wilderness
one without speech words
damnation praise love hate comfort
I do not want I do not need any words
I need a sanctuary not a wild place
but a place where I can hear
only you only me one and the same
in the stillness the silent sounds
the whispers of the spirit
hovering around within us all
in the stillness of the One
this is what I long for
what we all need
ye most do are not aware
for they cannot hear the whisper of your voice
they can only hear their own words
constant cacophony constantly striving for everything
sound and fury achieving nothing
it is only in subtle stillness we can find everything
only in nothingness we can find the truth
the oneness of existence
now in this moment
I wish we would all stop talking
exile words from our lips
allowing us to return
to the land of silence
the true wilderness of the soul
where it all began where it all continues
where we are here now
present in the moment within you
in your wilderness
we are home
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