THE WORLD IS BROKEN– time for TIKKUN

News flash–the world is broken. Really? Say no more. Look at the news for a milisecond, look at your own lives, at times.

 Brokenness seems to be the default position for existence.  Its depressing at times, to be sure.  Is this the result of Divine punishment for our sins at being human or the random fallout of an unfeeling cosmos?

 I choose the myth of Tikkun.  It is ancient, Kabbalistic and based on a fascinating and surprising notion.  The world is broken, in need of healing.  And it is on purpose!  A more detailed explanation at another time, but a flawed, broken universe is parts of the Divine plan.  But the myth goes further, as I see it.  The flaw in the universe does not reflect Divine weakness but a Divine gift to us.  Tikkun is healing, fixing what was shattered at Creation and WE, human beings are the instrument to do it.  

It is a Divine challenge, an obligation but also an opportunity.  In healing the world, Tikkun Olam,  being active in righting wrongs, in helping others overcome adversity we accomplish the goal of healing ourselves, our souls Tikkun Ha-nefesh.   The two are mutually dependent and mutually supportive.  So do not be depressed by the news (really?).  Dig deep down and recognize opportunity when it confronts you– be a healer, a fixer.  Do Divine work and heal the world as well as yourself. Thank the Divine for the opportunity. Thanks for the chance to do Tikkun

THE BORROWED VESSEL

A dying atheist’s prayer….

“I am a man alone in the cosmos”.

But there is no suffering in me

True there is no place to go

No bearded One

Or fantasy of redemption

But I rest serene

In a state of knowing

That this suit of carbon atoms, a perfect fit

Was used before–in a rock, a plant, a T. Rex perhaps

It is a borrowed vessel

Spewed forth from the dying supernova

The literal star dust that illuminates me

Those atoms of carbon that became me

Are themselves immortal

And that is enough

And so I sparkle

With the soul of billions of carbon beings

Each with their own consciousness

I am illuminated

My password is gratitude

My deepest silent knowing

That borrowing means

You have to give it back

What was never mine to own

An honor to recycle

Can you return a suit that has been worn?

In this story there is no other kind

S.E. Hodes