MARIAN DZIWISZ
The Message Of
An Agnostic
I.
Do not seek the
light when darkness surrounds you,
because you carry
the light within you.
If you know its
power, it will guide you,
even when you
have lost your sight.
II.
Do not seek love,
for you will not recognise it,
if you have not
discovered it in yourself.
You will only
find an image of it
- Maya (Delusion)
or Muse,
which will lead
you astray
- will cause
suffering,
will cause you
not to see,
those who carry
it within themselves
and want to share
it with everyone
perhaps also with
you.
III.
Do not seek
wisdom unless you yourself
wise you have not
become and truth from falsehood
do not know how
to separate truth from falsehood,
for you will not
find it in books or instruction
unless you
yourself solve a simple task
and lost in the
forest you will not find the way
- to your home.
IV.
Do not look for
God in the temples,
If you do not
carry him in your heart into them,
so that you can
talk to him in silence and concentration.
You will not find
Him in statues and paintings
nor in a
confessor,
still less with
politicians who legislate
by invoking His
commandments.
Do not deceive
others, because in the end
- you will
deceive yourself
and you will not
have peace of conscience.
V.
Do not look for
fault in yourself,
when you were
unaware of the deed
and do not allow
yourself to be told
to your accusers,
because you are
not responsible
for the death of
Jesus on the cross,
but those who
hold you responsible,
to kill your
self-love
and take
possession of your soul,
to make you
faithful and submissive.
VI.
Never call an
"inferior sort"
- the people over
whom you exercise your authority,
because you will
have to answer
- for their
humiliation,
if not in a court
of law,
but before the
Righteous One,
who has ordered
love and care
- to surround
everyone with love and care.
©Copyright by Marian
Dziwisz
The Power Of
Art
There is a Power
in art - a great and sublime Power,
which can save
and awaken to action,
but, like the
Archangel's sword, it has two blades:
one that spreads
the wings of love and care
and raises to
heaven.
The other defends
the rulers and the tyrant's throne
- It gives birth
to pain, death - destruction.
It drives us into
shelters and makes us wait...
There is
architecture, which builds temples
- luminous and
beautiful,
in which every
detail of art raises
- us to God,
but also creates
fortified and dark palaces,
from which fear
and trepidation are heard.
Music carries
sounds - joyful luminous sounds,
if it flows from
delight and love,
filled with the
sound of meadows,
the song of birds
in the foliage, the murmur of the wind
and the
whispering of streams.
To the rhythm of
this music the sheep gird themselves,
And people dance
barefoot around bonfires.
There are
Vivaldi's "Four Seasons."
Which bring the
world of nature into the closed walls of a room or flat,
bring the world of nature, caressing with
sounds.
Even Gershwin's
"silence" plays with such music.
In Chopin's
music, as Norwid wrote:
There is
"all Poland from the zenith
With all the
perfection of history
Taken with a hymn
of admiration---
Poland - of
transformed wheelwrights".
In her you can
hear all the sounds of her nature
The laughing and
crying of children, the playing at weddings
but also the
clang of arms on the battlefields
of the struggle
for freedom of each uprising.
There is also the
music of the "choirboy",
which captivates
and holds in its rhythm
- so that dancing
you will not leave the circle,
until you fall or
die.
We know the music
- full of pride, hubris
in which one can
hear the clang of arms
- battle cries,
in it, as Herbert
wrote:
the drum measures
the rhythm and with its sound
- the equal step
determines,
ready for death
or victory,
for the heroism
or fame of soldiers,
or to bury in
dust everything
- that lives,
just to save themselves and their ruler.
Finally, there is
music - sad, funeral,
born of pain and
sorrow.
In it you hear
laments, cries, wails
And it knows no
bounds, no solace,
it breaks into a
pleading song:
"Eternal
rest grant unto them O Lord".
Among the arts,
there is poetry.
In it, the first
poets
- "in their
hearts searching
found the
connection between being and non-being"
and described the
history from the beginning
From the first
flashes of light,
to the beating of
the heart - in the human body,
from the birth of
the gods to the present day.
Combined with
music the songs became,
in which the
people pray to the gods,
in which they
praise love and the world's charms
and the tidings
of the community are enclosed in stanzas,
which, after
centuries, becomes, as in Mickiewicz:
"The Ark of
the Covenant between old and young,
it is in it that
the people lay down the arms of their knight,
their thoughts a
yarn and their feelings flowers'.
For poetry encapsulates
thinking,
which, when it
comes from the heart - love and care,
keeps us alive
despite the dangers,
advising us how
to survive - to save ourselves and others.
It teaches
respect for everyone,
irrespective of
diversity of features and origins,
it opens the
prison gates,
EQUALITY,
FREEDOM, BROTHERHOOD
And PEACE - she
proclaims to the world
It fills
generations with joy.
But if, out of
selfishness, desire for dominion
to possess
everything that clings to the earth
the poet's
thought and word are born,
it brings unrest
and confusion
- it becomes a
prison for free consciences.
In Time of
Contempt Borowski wrote
about those who
had everyone in humiliation:
"From their
breasts blood blushes, in dead puddles it dies,
but before their
mouths are choked, their breasts are trampled with a foot,
the dying throats
cry out for a song, for a song'.
The moral of the
story is
that art has many
facets,
its power can do
good
but it can also
incite to evil.
©Copyright by Marian
Dziwisz
Creation Of The
World
Immense cosmic
spaces,
eternally
existing,
with all the
richness of its inventory
into which matter
is constantly changing,
living with
energy, which with its light
- transforms
into
"heavenly bodies" circulating in the Cosmos,
which, losing
their powers over time,
sink into
"black holes",
inside they glow
and release from themselves
- new bodies,
shining in the sky.
Among the wealth
of various bodies in the Cosmos
is Mother Earth,
who keeps giving birth
living beings,
including man
and receives back
into her bosom
- like a
"black hole", all
that has finished
its life, so that in its soil
can be reborn,
like a grain of corn,
which has died,
but which previously
- gave birth to
it.
The world, then,
was and is, although it is constantly changing,
it is of itself
and no one created it,
because it does not know the words that man
- uses.
But man was born
for himself - in thought and word
- was born the
moment he realised
that he has his
own body and consciousness,
for which he did
not go to Paradise,
because it
appeared in him by itself,
when he found
himself trapped in the desert,
hungry and naked,
looking for a way
to his loved ones
and his home.
Then - under the
tension of will,
as in a
"black hole" light
- a thought
sparked,
and triggered
thinking - thinking,
- put into words.
From then on, the
word became a being,
and all that is
not connected with it
"non-being"
was called,
for as the
Rigveda Hymn proclaims:
"The
relation of being to non-being,
the soothsayers
have found,
- searching in
their hearts",
because the word
changes the nature of the world,
so that it is
understood by man,
First a thought,
then the word "home"
- appears,
and then the
trees are cut down
To build a home
for the word.
This is how man
changes what is into "non-existence"
Making the Earth
subject to his thoughts and actions.
And so in the
songs of the first bards,
the world was
created,
by naming what is
and what is
changing, in order to make it useful
- for thinking
and ruling
over the world
and the fate of man.
It is with such a
song that the "Torah" begins,
in which
everything that surrounds people
is created
through the word
- by the will of
God,
for what he
"said is done".
This is how the
soothsayers brought the gods to life,
and recorded the
history of the world.
What with heart,
senses and thought
the soothsayers
embraced,
they put into
words, which for generations
became existence
and science,
but that the word
is ephemeral only
to memory, which
is unreliable,
so they gave the
word a meaning from a sign
- making it an
entity, to which they created a dwelling
- in clay, stone
or on paper,
because thought
without embodiment - in words and writing,
is only a ghostly
thought of thinking.
The written word
becomes a being
and in the house
of the Lord it has an eternal dwelling,
even when they
put it to the grave,
in caves by the
Dead Sea
or in libraries,
and sometimes a
stone is thrown at it,
when it is
discovered
brought to life
by the touch of sight and the breath
of the one who
reads it, it is resurrected
and lives among
the living, like a figure from a monument.
MARIAN DZIWISZ
Marian Dziwisz born 1943 in Michałowice near Kraków
[Poland] - Doctor of Humanities; high school teacher of Polish language and
university lecturer - philosophy. Former editor and secretary of the editorial
board of the monthlies: "Zdanie", "Pismo Literacko -
Artystyczne", "Forum Myśli Wolnej". A publicist, prose writer
and poet.
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