{"id":12870,"date":"2025-04-28T19:04:44","date_gmt":"2025-04-28T16:04:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12870"},"modified":"2025-04-28T19:04:50","modified_gmt":"2025-04-28T16:04:50","slug":"poeme-78","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=12870","title":{"rendered":"Poeme"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\"><strong>Medita\u021bie despre loialitatea lucrurilor<br><\/strong><br>                       <em>Sf\u00e2ntului Anselm de Canterbury<br><\/em><br>Permanen\u021ba poate face obiectul unei decizii?<br>Nu respectarea simplelor obliga\u021bii,<br>Nici costr\u00e2ngerea<br>Prin care este prejudiciat decidentul.<br><br>Permanen\u021ba nu este strict\u0103,<br>Nu e povara dependen\u021bei,<br>Nu e team\u0103 de pierdere,<br>Nu-\u021bi ofer\u0103 posibilit\u0103\u021bi de alegere.<br><br>Dac\u0103 nu pentru permanen\u021b\u0103,<br>Atunci pentru cine altcineva, dac\u0103 nu pentru noi \u00een\u0219ine,<br>Pentru altcineva, dac\u0103 nu pentru cel\u0103lalt,<br>Pentru cine trebuie s\u0103 persist\u0103m?<br><br>Dac\u0103 nu pentru permanen\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.<br><br>Aceast\u0103 ofert\u0103 nu este legat\u0103 de timp,<br>Nu are viitor, prezent sau trecut.<br>Unduire pe coama valurilor.<br>Cale ne\u00eentrerupt\u0103 a murmurului.<br><br>Trebuie s\u0103 g\u0103sim acea permanen\u021b\u0103<br>Care se afl\u0103 departe \u0219i e totu\u0219i prezent.<br>Apropiere f\u0103r\u0103 sosire,<br>Retragere f\u0103r\u0103 dispari\u021bie.<br><br>Obiectele se dedau<br>Felului \u00een care le privim<br>\u0218i se arat\u0103 dup\u0103 cum<br>Le ferim de noi \u00een\u0219ine.<br><br>Ancora navei de marf\u0103 scufundat\u0103<br>printre st\u00e2ncile golfului lipsit de v\u00e2nt.<br><br><br><br><strong>Medita\u021bie despre devo\u021biune<br><\/strong><br><em>                      Sf\u00e2ntului Isidor din Sevilla<br><\/em><br>Cum umplu vidul<br>Repeti\u021bia \u0219i mu\u021benia sunetelor? Nu se \u0219tie<br>Cine spune, care e pronumele loial?<br><br>Omul e o amfor\u0103 de sticl\u0103 goal\u0103, cavitate deschis\u0103<br>\u0218i \u00eenchis\u0103 a a\u0219tept\u0103rii, medierii \u0219i<br>Aten\u021biei. Oracol din care iese mereu alteritatea.<br>Lep\u0103darea de sine, c\u00e2nd ia cuv\u00e2ntul.<br><br>\u0218i o distan\u021b\u0103 inexorabil\u0103 care ne fur\u0103<br>Din noi \u00een\u0219ine. Nu mai mult dec\u00e2t privarea creatorului.<br>Amprentare lichidatoare, practica go-<br>Lirii. Evaporare.<br><br>C\u00e2nd vorbe\u0219ti, vorbe\u0219ti cu imposibilul, iei parte<br>La rev\u0103rsarea Opusului, te umpli \u0219i debordezi.<br>Te ispite\u0219te necontenitul. Te \u00eentoarce c\u0103tre acea t\u0103cere<br>Ce doar \u00een lipsa sa e<br><br>Accesibil\u0103. Spargerea \u00een buc\u0103\u021bi a vasului,<br>Se \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tie notele de arhanghel \u00een la minor,<br>Mi\u0219carea lent\u0103, de sticl\u0103 topit\u0103 a undei de magm\u0103.<br>Cine vorbe\u0219te nu poate<br><br>R\u0103m\u00e2ne aici. Se anihileaz\u0103 pe sine.<br>Pe tot ce a l\u0103sat urm\u0103 se desface \u0219i se<br>red\u0103 propriei origini.<br><br>De parc\u0103 s-ar \u00eentoarce \u00een chip de p\u00e2r\u00e2u<br>\u00een canalele din ale c\u0103ror ap\u0103 rece<br>odinioar\u0103 c\u0103prioarele se ad\u0103pau.<br><br><br><br><strong>Medita\u021bie despre \u00eencredere<br><\/strong><br><em>                            Sf\u00e2ntului Teofil al Antiohiei<br><\/em><br>Cum poate \u0219terge brazdele \u00eengrijor\u0103rii de pe figura r\u0103v\u0103\u0219it\u0103<br>o ploaie furibund\u0103 imprognozabil\u0103,<br>renun\u021b\u00e2nd la \u00eendoielile despre ce \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0219te<br>s\u0103 se cuib\u0103reasc\u0103 \u00een inevitabila \u0219i imprevizibila nea\u0219teptare?<br><br>\u00cencrederea nu este certitudine, nu e o finalitate<br>concludent\u0103, o pojghi\u021b\u0103 care nu se poate \u00eenl\u0103tura,<br>ci coasta brun\u0103 mereu deschis\u0103 spre viitor,<br>taton\u00e2nd, \u00eentinz\u00e2nd priviri de-a lungul ei.<br><br>Nu e a\u0219teptare nelini\u0219tit\u0103, tensionat\u0103,<br>ci doar un orizont receptiv de netulburat,<br>cerin\u021b\u0103, nu cauzalitate sau drept cutumiar,<br>dimpotriv\u0103: leg\u0103tur\u0103 liber ordonat\u0103.<br><br>\u00cencrederea nu poate fi g\u00e2ndit\u0103, ea se afl\u0103<br>dincolo de orice, este, nu grani\u021ba legat\u0103<br>indisolubil de noi, ci felul de a fi care ne<br>\u00eenconjoar\u0103, nu e zid, ascunz\u0103toare, nu garan\u021bie,<br><br>totu\u0219i, precum limbajul g\u00e2ndirea, poart\u0103<br>si transmite f\u0103r\u0103 vreun plan, prin el<br>se petrece tot ce-i temporal, spatiu al oportunit\u0103\u021bilor<br>int\u00e2lnirii necunoscute, dar inconfundabile.<br><br>\u00cencrederea nu este siguran\u021b\u0103, nu exist\u0103 nimic<br>\u00een care s\u0103 se ancoreze, \u00eens\u0103 totul se ancoreaz\u0103 \u00een ea,<br>nu e o nav\u0103 \u00een larg, \u00eensu\u0219i murmurul spun\u00e2nd<br>adev\u0103rul, darul unei scrut\u0103ri \u00een trecut cu privire la viitor,<br><br>\u0219i nu are un obiect, se casc\u0103 precum anxietatea,<br>ca, \u00eenaint\u00e2nd, s\u0103 se poat\u0103 umple pe sine.<br>\u00cencrederea \u00eenseamn\u0103 scris, tr\u0103s\u0103turile i se dizolv\u0103<br>imperceptibil \u00een mediul autorat\u0103rii,<br><br>o \u00eencredin\u021bare inexorabil\u0103, imprevizibilitatea<br>rezultat\u0103, geneza imprevizibil\u0103.<br>\u00cencrederea este credin\u021ba c\u0103 cre\u0219terea \u00eei va fi<br>ireprimabil\u0103 dac\u0103 gr\u0103dinile \u00eei vor fi \u00eengrijite necontenit,<br><br>o reciprocitate a d\u0103ruirii \u0219i a d\u0103ruirii de sine, c\u0103 va exista<br>o sosire viitoare exact atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eei va veni momentul,<br>c\u0103 o m\u00e2n\u0103 va g\u0103si clan\u021ba metalic\u0103, o va apuca, o va str\u00e2nge,<br>o va ap\u0103sa, \u0219i i se va deschide u\u0219a \u00eendoielilor \u00eenvinse.<br><br><br><br><strong>Medita\u021bie asupra straniet\u0103\u021bii lui Eros<br><\/strong>                                                         <br><em>                         Sf\u00e2ntului Maxim M\u0103rturisitorul<br><\/em><br>Cum face lipsa de cuvinte a Dorin\u021bei<br>ca buzele s\u0103 ne c\u00e2nte extatic,<br>Eros, distan\u021ba asta ce nu poate fi dep\u0103\u0219it\u0103<br>\u0219i nu poate fi suprimat\u0103 niciodat\u0103?<br><br>Promisiunea \u0219i farmecul comprehensibilit\u0103\u021bii,<br>ispita Inefabilului<br>de a se face comunicabil,<br>oferind limbaj Iubirii p\u0103tima\u0219e.<br><br>Degeaba, la fel ca Plata P\u0103catului, vidul<br>adesea plin de imagina\u021bii distorsionate,<br>\u0219i nu exist\u0103 niciun \u03b5\u1f36\u03b4\u03bf\u03c2 care se pun\u0103 \u00een locul s\u0103u<br>\u0219i s\u0103 reziste iconoclasmului greoi al Timpului.<br><br>De ce aceste vorbe pl\u0103p\u00e2nde care \u00cel sl\u0103vesc,<br>c\u00e2nd El nu-\u0219i poate oferi dec\u00e2t lipsa de sine, este<br>doar c\u00e2nd nu \u0219i devine cert abia c\u00e2nd \u00eel confund\u0103m<br>\u0219i \u00eendep\u0103rt\u0103m prin limbaj?<br><br>Dac\u0103 am putea vorbi despre El, n-ar mai fi El,<br>ci doar o fr\u00e2ntur\u0103 poroas\u0103 de vorbire \u00eensemn\u00e2nd<br>mereu Altceva, un tors cioplit \u00eend\u0103r\u0103tnic din blocul<br>de piatr\u0103 al Existen\u021bei de dalta Limbii.<br><br>C\u0103ci e un atelaj ve\u0219nic viu, ce galopeaz\u0103 necontrolat,<br>un Heruvim ferindu-se de s\u0103ge\u021bile reificatoare ale Indic\u0103rii,<br>Sympatheia invincibil\u0103, de nedobor\u00e2t, atrac\u021bie guvern\u00e2nd<br>bl\u00e2nd printre lucruri \u0219i oameni.<br><br><\/pre>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-right\">Traducere \u0219i prezentare de <strong>Mih\u00f3k Tam\u00e1s<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Kov\u00e1cs 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