Once a man devoid of beliefs
suddenly realized what glory
was absent from his life:
'A miracle - ' he began, pulling
truth out of the common depths
of his mind. 'A miracle is anything
that increases your faith.' Pausing,
he smiled at his cleverness. Charming.
His two companions angled away
from him, puzzled by his words
but not enough to stay
within the circle of his silence.
Silence, he thought, is a deep well,
ancient and almost empty, but it still
makes an offer to one paying attention:
'Here, quench your thirst and rest.'
The man's thoughts, liquid, fleet,
weightless, unburdened by the drag of
doubt, unhurried by the lash of
faith, were poised between action
and non-action. He was ready
to proceed upon a path of his own
design, or to stay in that place of
awareness his senses found congenial.
He chose to proceed. Waving to his
departed friends with a smiling gesture
of dismissal, he took the first steps,
beyond silence and speech, into a newer
realm, whose rules and customs he would
learn. He might ascend a stage and shine
with his peculiar radiance, or remain
below in the fragrance of things,
stationary, yet growing. When servants
of the local ruler found him, the line of
his vision was just below the sun,
encompassing trees and shrubs, birds
and forest animals, workhorses and machines,
and people in their complex interplay of
emotions and reason. The servants declared
his survival a miracle, and he agreed ruefully.
I will have to read this several more times to see how my thoughts evolve. Presently, I have an empathy and feel a connection with the protagonist
A deep poem. I need to read and reread it. Once a man devoid of beliefs suddenly realized what glory was absent from his life: 'A miracle - ' he began, pulling truth out of the common depths of his mind. 'A miracle is anything that increases your faith.' Pausing, he smiled at his cleverness. Charming. What a thought-provoking lines at the beginning!
Yes, it's a puzzling poem to me as well. Sometimes, maybe a lot of the time, when I write a poem it contains a riddle or a mystery or an incompleteness that Imhave to finish later when I re-read it. I believe there is an extra dimension of poetry prose doesn; t have, that is, an irreducible element of mystery that always keep us excited, wondering, never bored.
Life must be a balance between silence and speech, between action and non-action, between faith and skepticism. He might ascend a stage....or remain below in the fragrance of things...the choices are ours to make. The lonely protagonist proceeds into newer realms taking the reader along with him. Another enlightening read Daniel. Superb.
Always finding abstractions to be fulfilling in my own mind, I found this poem to be the same, enjoying reaching beyond the ordinary in life. There is still a sensory depth within that I find fascinating, it's quietly silent, approaching the divine. Enjoyed this poem, your layout was sublime, like a red carpet leading to the final climax. A miracle of sorts, because it seems this character although claiming that faith was too lashing, in the end found it had freed him from a life of stasis. In the end his emotions and feelings had no bearing on his quest for enlightenment through nature, but the miracle of life saved him.10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for this very enlightening poem, Daniel! RoseAnn
But a Miracle - is a Science, as the kabbalist Laitman says. And the letters are simply numbers. And with letters God world creates. Our mind is too low, too stupid to repeat and to understand. But a miracle - is like food and you may buy it by changing mind from your egoism to all-giving, to the altruism in your soul. God is 100% altruistic! Be like Him - and you'll change the world!
A man alone with his thoughts and poised for action... WAIT! More thoughts are required before action can occur... Maybe some conversation first with his other selves... AHHH! Now it's time for action... Maybe a walk along Dan's Path... As an introspective observer perhaps? This was a fun poem to read and think about. Really, a man alone is never alone if he can think, reason, and daydream....there were some poetic lines in there that sung out to me: circle of silence, fragrance of things, and thoughts on the meaning of faith and reason) ....
I had no idea where this poem would take me until I happened upon the middle stanza and suddenly the linePOISED BETWEEN ACTION AND NON-ACTION occured and rescued my writing. Thanks much! I like your observation that the path of ACTION could be a walk along Dan's Path. That's wonderful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well this is one of your most abstract and intricate poem and deals with faith, fantasy, and a phantasom too.. A phantasm that is as much abstract as it is physical. The 'protagonist' of this narrative is apparently a person devoid of faith but he comes to an idea - a miracle will provide enough to believe.. From here he, the skeptic, moves into a journey - a journey that begins, if I am not very wrong, inside his own mind. Within the silence of his new-found contemplations - a CONCEPT of faith arises, and he begins to believe, or maybe, is enchanted by this CONCEPT - a possibility of a miracle - a non-believer embracing faith. But soon he comes to a point where he has to make a choice - either stay within the bubble of his perceived notions of new-found faith, or move along and put it to test - to find out if a miracle is possible. He chooses the latter - this, I assume, happens through the first four stanzas.. But, what really perplexed me is the final stanza - or more aptly what happened between the first four stanzas and the final stanza.. From the lines 'When servants of the local ruler found him, the line of his vision was just below the sun, ' I feel as if he went on a 'pilgrimage' to test his faith - maybe there were many hardships in that journey that he took - and in the end he might have met with some kind of accident - or maybe someone - a supernatural deity? A monster? NO ONE? ? ? - the possibilities are endless there.. However, the end is upto interpretation - just like the entire poem - A personal who believes in miracles, or the possiblilities of a miracle might think - that his being alive is a miracle - that maybe he was helped in the course of his journey by some Angel that God sent for him.. For a non-believer, it may just mean that the he tried to do something 'miraculous', risked his life, and in the end survived by sheer chance - just a sequence of events that could have gone horribly wrong on any other day, but went well that one day... Complicated, abstract, but very, very pleasing to read Daniel. Thank you very much for sharing this.. This poem is an artistic gem and AMEN to that!
You are so right in your explanation of this poem, Souren! Your paragraph beginning THE PROTAGONIST OF THIS NARRATIVE etc. is THE CLEAREST PROSE SUMMARY. The ending is ambiguous but that's because the poem is abstract: details and descriptions are necessarily withdrawn, that is, I did not even consider including them. Your paragraph FOR A NON-BELIEVER, IT MAY JUST MEAN etc. is perfect: it adds the very details that flesh out the abstract framework. I am gratified you were able to tease out the meaning so thoroughly and amazed too - the peculiar difficulties of abstract writing did not stall or confuse your interpretation. I worried that no one would GET this poem and almost did not post it. But such fears are unfounded with such readers like you. BRAVO, SOUREN!