First, we use the horn of a beast
in order to become the beast;
no intellect, submissive to its Master.
Second, we become the horn itself.
Not even a beast, but an inanimate horn
to be blown by the blower
just as we are blown into life.
Third, we become the sound of the horn.
Not even matter.
But sound that fills great spaces
and binds all objects and listeners
just as the Holy One
becomes the Holy Sound at SinaiAccording to the Torah, God, in the presence of the Jewish people, gave Moses the Torah on Mount Sinai (Har Sinai).
that we hear.
Fourth, we become the air
inside the sound.
The silent air before it is blown
into sound inside the horn of a beast.
We become the silence
of the Creator before creation.
Last, we return.
We become ourselves
standing next to one another
in the synagogue remembering
what we had become,
and where we had been.
Only then can we hear the shofarA ram's horn that is blown on the High Holidays to "wake us up" and call Jews to repentance. It is also said that its blast will herald the coming of the messiah.:
silence shaken into cries
on a journey from one end
of a bent beast’s horn to the other.
On a journey somewhere between our hearing
and the sounds we hear,
somewhere between the blower
and the shofar blown,
somewhere between the Creator
and ourselves;
between ourselves and ourselves.
And from such a Place,
in such a moment, there is no boundary
between the head and its horn,
between the beast and its burden,
between its cries and the silence beneath its cries.
From such a Place
we say we hear the shofar blown.
And only then is the mitzvahLit. Commandment. It is traditionally held that there are 613 mitzvot (plural) in Judaism, both postive commandments (mandating actions) and negative commandments (prohibiting actions). Mitzvah has also become colloquially assumed to mean the idea of a “good deed." fulfilled,
as are we full and filled.
We glance at each other knowingly,
hearing the Sound
through the horns of our own bent lives.
We all hear the same cries:
our own cries to our Maker.
Our Maker’s cries to us.
