Tonight I stopped to listen to the crickets. They are loud! It makes me feel like the Piaseczner Rebbe is right – the whole world is singing a song to God, and it is only us that are not part of it. Hearing them, noticing their song, it sets off inside an urge to become a part of it, to join in their song. Maybe that’s why we talk about the angels’ song in the first brachah of the Shma, to remind us that there are songs already going on; the question is only whether we will join in the singing.
What’s amazing about those crickets is how we don’t hear them most of the time. What else don’t we hear or see? We are so busy, and some things can only be perceived with time. Like at the frog pond in Five Rivers, you can’t see the tiny frogs among the lilies unless you stand there staring for a while. Then you eyes begin to perceive things they couldn’t see before. Or in the swamp, at first you think there is nothing there, but gradually, the longer you stay, the more you realize the place is teeming with life. What else are we missing by not standing still?
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Great. I wonder how it is that we are supposed to sing.
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