Day

Four times of the Day

Morning, Day, Evening, Night

(reminiscences from the Droszków village - Spring 2009)

And so, the following day started. The consecutive day, picked out of the calendar. Which in turn..., I do not know it till today. Just some day of a week, month, year. They all make one whole, one continuity, as if all life was such a never ending day, despite the fact that something dies in it, and is born anew, all the time. One thing was sure, it was Spring. 

It was in this way that the Droszków village has started to exist, play its role, for me, subtly weaved with the forces of two persons, for over a year, to finally allow living in it. In the old household, from which all warmth of life has gone long ago, only the spiders were well and the mice, plundering in the leftovers,  remaining of the previous glamour; however maybe things looked variously in this respect. The legends and stories have their own way, while what has really remained, told quite a different story; and add to it, the poor, lonely dog, chained to the previous Era. Sad and old, with the plaster dropping off, a house falling into a ruin. It would maybe share the fate of many others, which have already fallen into pieces, or which await similar fate. It was a very woeful picture, in this beautiful valley, made up with natural forces, where grass, green plants and woods live, and do not care for this fact at all.

We have created this place, with our joint forces, both of us, with the help of others, for this place to come back to life, again, and so that it could harmonize with its surroundings. Many works have been already behind us, and many in front of us. Therefore, each day was totally filled with activities.

I came back to the kitchen, which was at the same time a living room, according to the old, rural custom. This is a place where meals had been prepared, eaten, when men slept, rested, met other people, washed, took bath and often slept. And it remained so. And this chamber served the similar function for us. Big, spacious, it got back to life again. We have, however, renovated a room, the sleeping room, at the first floor, with a computer office, as these are modern times, though, the beginning of the 21st Century. However, the kitchen has remained a center of our life, especially in the Winter.

The daylight has been slipping in, through small windows, noiselessly, displacing the gloominess out of the corners, the nooks; and the shapes become incisive. The silence, calmness and the Time, which is not present here, despite of the clock hanging on the wall, they all measure the rhythm of peoples activities. The heart of this place is a stove, not long ago it was old, now revived, after tearing down the old, a new one, put with the hands of a stove fitter, it shares the rests of the warmth. The time has come to wake it up. This is one of the first activities. After choosing ash, there is a ceremony of setting new fire. Anyhow, any activities, which take place here, in this place, in this valley, in the Droszków village, have been anointed with uniqueness, nothing becomes routine.  So the tiny wood chips, the stockpile of which has been dried on it, are being placed on barbeques, and you must know in what way they can catch fire from one touch of the lit match. Little flames occur, over particular tiny wood pieces. This lasts for a while, as in a moment all the inside is filled with bright of a living fire. I close up the small door, one can hear scratches and a roar of the fire. Now it says this is its time. The fire warms up the stovetop, where the pots with water already stand. Slowly, the warmth extends through all the chamber. As a living creature with a soul, it is present here.  

Now there has come a time for animals, who remind us of themselves, of their existence, under the door, in the hallway, This is a "Teddy bear", who regained its freedom and who goes its own ways. He has his own world, but he also has already got attached to us, and he likes to be fondled. By the way, not only him, as the cats "Maciuś" and "Tygrys" ("Tiger"), are quite the same, they also fawn, and soon after they disappear for half a day. Or they lounge in the sun, watching what we do and where we are. When I prepare food for them, or when the beloved does it, they hover around, between our legs, they speak, wipe against us, to suddenly concentrate on their bowls. These are the first creatures, who are with us. Maybe there will be more of them. The Little sheep, a goat, a cow, Hacul horses... we shall see. 

To commune with animals, is one of the ways to the Understanding, to get cleaned of all the dust of this, well, how much haywire, epoch. Here a man is not their master, nor the master for himself, instead there is co-existence. One is not a master of anybody, nor of anything. And when you are this way, from the inside of one's heart there flows love for everything, the independent attachments arise, there comes deep consciousness of co-existence and a way through which one strides...

The "Teddy Bear" just disappears, behind the back of the house, it feels the urge to go somewhere, the cats full with food, lengthen, and they will also sneak away, soon, according to their nature, into the meadows. 

And finally, a while for us. The morning toilette. The bowl on the bench with hot water, soap and only this much, as is really necessary. There was a time, when one walked to the well to get water, and there was only as much of it, as men brought. Now, we have a running water, from the tap, but we are left with the fact, that we do not use, in fact, more of it. When nothing runs a man, when he lives in peace, there comes time for everything. So we see each other in activities, which we undertake. We notice every touch, either planned or not, and suddenly it turns out that all this has inhered the unspeakable beauty.

The dance of hands, legs, torso, head and the enchantment over all this miracle. This enchantment keeps accompanying us, all the day, and continually reminds of itself. every now and then. Finally, there is breakfast on the table. We say little to each other, all the rest has been expressed by gestures, expression on face, radiating with the openness, where the words are redundant, the words like: trust, devotion, affection... And the breakfast... simple, healthy, and... modest. Bread, butter, tea, shallot, sometimes scrambled eggs, or cheese, eaten in silence and affirmation of tasting. I do not know, how to express it; but there is nothing in it, like degenerated indulgence for the palate itself; it is rather the ordinary filling oneself with energy, to live longer, with a feeling of beauty, goodness, and I do not know what else...       

The Sun ascends further up, so, equipped with quite new forces, we take up the challenges of this very day, emerging from the natural needs. There are works, which we negotiate together, but there are many, which have been naturally ascribed to the beloved or to me. These duties, like any other, when they have been undertaken with the feeling of understanding of their essence, and with the total acceptance, bring joy resulting from "being", the co-existence with Nature, which all just have simmered in the Spring's awaking. Each duty, even the hardest, when it is made with concentration, cautiously. with respect to one's body, the body, which takes up the same challenge, together with us, as one whole, brings the awaited result, in the right time. There is no place for the dictator's pressure from the Mind, as it is a bad advice maker, and it is a reason of these and other failures. So, if one works in deep understanding, then each difficulty is conquerable, and there is also a place, in this activity, for rest, reflection, seeing all phenomena, which have been taking place at every moment, all the time.

People look for happiness. They sometimes wander throughout all World, to find it and it is not given to them. They look for happiness in "possessing things", and it seems to them, that a particular, consecutive item, will finally free them from the torments of life, that it will bring them the awaited freedom and joy, but this still does not happen.  They say, this and that is "ours", they cut themselves from others, out of fear of loss. They have an impression that they are better than others, and in fact they only hide what is their poverty. Finally, tired, they slowly get extinguished. Embittered, acrimonious, they slowly get blind, deaf, and they start to place their last hope in Paradise, which one day, as they hope, will arrive. They do not know that this Paradise is here on Earth, at every moment, and there is no else. There is no other place but here and now. 

So how to get to this place, the place existing here and now? The beginning is in ourselves. It is very simple, and simultaneously so few have been successful. One must get free from his own mind, his fears and anxieties, dependencies on authorities. And therefore, also from his own "dictator's pressure" and start living in freedom. When a consecutive step is made, the understanding comes of a lot of things, and sometimes of everything. And so the man comes back to the paradise lost, or in other words he starts to deal with the Existence, the essence of everything, and it becomes one within multiplicity.

But coming back to the day of today, it is just this kind of places, like the one in the Droszków village, which can make this "getting to know" easier, where, in a natural and conspicuous way, still a lot happens and comes into sight, like a living table with huge capital letters of Truth, which is eternal.

It is enough to start to watch the Nature closer, to notice, for instance, the array of colors and patterns and butterfly wings stencils, meadow's flowers, etc, etc. When one starts to see any movement and hear voices, which it has generated, then we become captivated with charm. It is incredible, unspeakable, that this World has been dancing in fact, with patterns, music, touch, movement, singing and colors.

The Droszówka river speaks, gurgles, mutters, but it can also blast with its huge power. We had an occasion to get to know it, from this side. The smoothness and power is inherent in everything what surrounds it, therefore having eyes and ears open and living alone, we become great and mighty. And all of this is one whole. 

Isn't a reaper with his scythe a dancer? Have I not been dancing, too, while gathering stones? And cultivating the soil, growing plants, collecting herbs, forest nap, cooking, cleaning, walking in the mountains, etc, etc, do I also not dance? And dancing, I do not dance...?

I have hardly noticed when the Sun has announced its halfway, on this hemisphere, in the Zenith, over the Droszków village. I hid in the shadow. Nearby, also in the shadow, there lied down the Teddy Bear. What a relief..., the trembling muscles have fondled me, with their tiredness. I sank in for a moment in motionlessness, non-existence, feeling and not expressing anything, as If I did not exist. This has been like a state of bliss, from which I emerged after a while and I reached for a flute, lying beside me, and the single sounds flew into a space, and tears flew along the cheeks. I got moved then, not for the first time, anyway. I remembered the words, which earlier had already reached me:

- I will go to prepare dinner.

I looked after her, when she walked away..., still one more flower of this word... I also got up. I gathered the tools, and I brought them back to their place. As it was very hot this day, I hid in the workshop and I got involved in something else. The Sun slowly moved over the horizon, signaling the dinner time coming up, so I dropped home and I again heard the warm words, being said almost with whisper: 

- I was just going to go out and get you, because dinner is ready. 

And she sealed it with a warm smile. 

- Love..., here I am. 

We sat at the round table, facing each  other. After a while of concentration, we started to eat. As it is usual for a morning time, it was simple, healthy, and the main component this time were potatoes and spring vegetables, from the garden. The one-meal dinner, quite satisfactory.

When we finished, we did the routine washing-up together and we lied down, to allow our bodies to breathe. In a hug, in the silence of the early noon, hearing our steady calm breaths, we let our consciousness rest for a while. However, the inside alertness did not let itself be carried away, and after not long time it brought us back to the reality. This was often a moment, when with gestures and kisses we thanked each other, we gave these mutual gifts to each other, and later with tea, or coffee, we got out of the house, to sit on a quasi-bench, or to the quasi-arbor near the garden. Then we talked of the achievements, observations of the day, or we sat in silence. 

The Midday also has its time, its own perspective. It provides life to Nature, the birds start to sing again, there is full of them, everywhere. The Teddy Bear goes out for his next expedition, the cats disappear somewhere in the meadow and they plunder there the Sun slowly moves above the Kozia Górka Mountain (The Goats’ Mountain), and it will soon hide behind it. The shadows get longer, and the slopes of the Dranica Mountain and the South mountain ridge just gleam, all of them bathed in the whole brightness of the rays, which have now wrap them up. We can hear the cuckoo, a barking dog, somewhere far away, and many other voices, hard to classify. Anyway, there is no need for it. I got up. - Yes I am at home. I thought. - Not being in a stone house, or a wooden house, still I am at Home.       

I set out along the path around, wishing to go around the whole House, dropping into each single corner, watching each spring, plant, admiring the scenery. Somewhere half the way, I looked behind, and on the path, trodden down, behind me, there marched our cats, followed by the Teddy Bear, sniffing some grass-stalks, and finding mysterious scents. Incredible, they found themselves out of themselves, just like that, here, nearby. On my way back, I dropped into a garden, the kingdom of of my beloved, to which she has given all her heart, caring for it, nurturing it and talking to the plants, growing there, and preventing them in different ways. She has sacrificed her attention not only to the decorative ones, but to all, which live for our profit. They know it, and though sometimes they are chimeric, they still pay back to her with their gratitude, in a bonny way. And again there comes an illumination, there is not only the two of us, there is all this World around and we are with it... We are not alone.

My beloved has been already here, with all her attentiveness, with them. So I said to her, with an equal care and softness, though the words were already unnecessary

- I shall go and prepare still some wood, for fire, and to hammer the scythe for the tomorrow mowing

She turned out her head, from above plants, and she looked into my eyes. I saw a mild, concentrated expression on her face, and the warmth which radiated from her.

So first I chopped down the small trunks, along the rings of the tree, into the logs, and tiny splints for the kindling, then I woke up our stove, so that it would give us, the warmth, longed-for, deserved, after our come back to this old, stone house. And finally I squatted down, in the place at chamber, I put the scythe down, with its blade towards the anvil and I started to hammer it with a special small hammer, drawing its blade to the front, sharpening it this way. It was a time of acting, concentrating attention on the accuracy, precision, in the calmness of my brain, despite the uniformity of this undertaking.

When we finished our work, almost simultaneously, the dusk approached, all the luminances have been extinguishing, one after another, also the shadows disappeared, the night clouds approached too, most of the birds got silent. The following day has arrived. 

 

November 2010

 

Author: Leszek Wieliczko

 

 

 Translated by: Agnieszka Zell

Credo

          What was there at the beginning? Has there been any beginning? The philosophies of the East say that there had been many beginnings. They also say that Nature has some internal rhythm of its own. What Nature inheres, is some general re-occurrence -  just as well as God, the Being and Essence of Wholeness, once shows some activity, and then He retreats into a state of sleeping withdrawal and then, finally, there is nothing but pure Nothingness. However, whenever He “wakes up”, the Beginning of the New takes place, according to His will. Therefore, it can be said that all that has appeared out of God, has remained God himself. It remains His activity via His very Creation Acts.  Finally, when He goes back to a state of “retreat”, then again all Universe, within God himself, stops its existence.

          The modern science, in one of its theories, has been mentioning the start of the Universe as having a form of a Big Bang, providing the beginning to everything.   It was the dense and hot Beginning’s Essence - as the sciences have named it - that had given start to Space, Time, Matter, Energy and Affecting the outside, that had not existed before. This has happened via this Essence’s sudden expansion into all directions.  As a result of creation and expansion of Space, the basic elements of the pra-matter, have started joining into bigger elements, then into protons and neutrons, the final result being the make-up of atoms, later - light elements and, still later, the rest of elements.   It was this way that gave start to Matter, which now forms all existing forms within Universe. This Matter is an unified one source, the very same forming-substance for all that has been alive, as well as whatever, what has appearances of Dead Matter. The Space without  borders, Time without borders, large spaces between nuclei of atoms and electrons, circulating around the atoms, and finally - the forces that - according to highest rules, concentrate and cumulate all these elements, within Universe, causing their different configurations.        The science has recognized a number of these configurations. It cannot be excluded, that there is more of them. Thanks to that there is Order, as well as versatility within Universe, the Universe being based on the Opposition Dynamics. It does not work chaotically, but rather one thing or phenomenon has been emerging out of another. The reason and cause of phenomena arises, being followed by the coming-up result, both emerging from their interior features, according to rules and laws that do already exist.

 

          It is on every level of the Matter’s organization, starting from atoms and electrons (circulating and vibrating within atoms), as far as to the cell’s nuclei, genes, etc. - there exists an Information Code regarding Life, Evolution, birth and death. It is also the forces of non-material influences that do carry and inhere various Data Codes, initiating or extinguishing majority of processes, having their place within the surrounding Space - both the closest Space and the most distant one.  What scientific theories further say, is that the Matter’s Expansion shall, at some point, stop and its drawing back to the beginning (to the Starting Point) shall, afterwards, occur - the process of this kind to be reappearing many times.

          When effort is made to grasp the size and complexity of everything what constitutes the Universe, starting from a smallest element up to borders of the ever expanding Cosmos - then each time, from human, reason-based point of view, it is very hard to resist an impression that this cannot be of accidental character; it rather must have been created and directed by the perfect Mind, not limited by any Possibilities’ borders. And making such a gigantic Act of Creation, and having control over it, this Mind cannot have made any smallest mistake.

          At this stage, the question arises: what is the sense and aim of this Act of Creation? Or - maybe the first issue to be solved is a reply to a problem: who is the Creator? Who is God? All religions of the World have ascribed a personalized feature to Him. The religions say that He is perfect, almighty, full of love, or that he has created Man in accordance with His own picture and similarity to Him, and that while being and remaining Outside of Things, He has undertaken His Creation Act also from the Outside, etc...  Or maybe there exists only Him and there is nothing more than Him at all, whatever could have been outside of Him. What does, in turn, appear out of His Will, constitutes - personally - Him. Who is He then? Who is He, for instance, in between one activity and another, between one World and the other. Who is He during the expansion of the Creation Act? Is he an Absolute Being, who is Everything… Creating Himself within Himself. This is Him. The overall expanding Universe is within Him, is Him, as there is no Outside to the Outside. There is only Him. When there is nothing, there is only Him.

          So yes…, if I am not able to imagine, for instance, Nothingness or lack of Space, lack of any Matter, lack of any Time’s existence, then - automatically and ex natura - I am not capable of cognition of God, with Human Brain, the God who is inhered in Everything, i.e. in whatever constitutes a “real Reality”, as well as whatever is not this Reality. Just as He has been a Creator of Everything and is Himself this Everything, so he has also created Me out of Himself, He is Me.  Thus I am Him.

          Maybe this is why Jesus said “Me and Father are One” (Scriptures, Saint John, 10.30). Maybe it is just exactly these words that inhere the deepest truth on God and Man. It is Him who has been creating Himself in millions of ways and experiences Himself what has been His Wisdom and Knowledge.

          By making up the living matter, on the level of Human Being the God has created a Mind, capable of perceiving itself, having the ability for abstract thinking. And it is just this very time, for ages, has been trying to escape from God’s hands, forcing on Man an illusion of a separate “self”, an illusion of personality as a subject, independent, with its own egoistic way of perceiving things, having its basis in human senses. It does not know, however, that it cannot win with God. God does not fight, everything belongs to God, and everything has come out of God.

          The human Mind, which had been intended to be a tool in human hands and to pay service to him (just as all the remaining human organs, with their final function to serve as a coherent whole), has taken total control over man, creating - alongside - its own identity. All ways have been implemented by this Mind to keep up, fix and consolidate its own individuality and its separate character - all this, in turn, being made up by constructing versatile philosophies, concepts, views and culture, as well as religions. This is under the cover of them all that the stories of Heavenly Worlds have been unfold by this very Mind, the stories of Spiritual Spheres with hierarchies within these spheres,  hierarchies on different levels. All this reflects what can be found on Earth, where human Mind is a separate “individuum”. It is the same human Mind that is a source of all rivalry in the World, violence, aggression, hatred, fear, instability, manipulation, evaluation and comparison criteria making, that are, in fact, artificial. What has come to provide endangerment to the Mind’s existence (as it is limited, having borders) causes fear within this Mind and thus the Mind takes up a struggle against such elements. But, as Human Being is, in fact, God, then the Mind is doomed to fail. This is one of the major experiences of God Himself.

          When Man finally opens his eyes and is able to understand that he is no other person but God Himself, then He will see that all is perfect, all has its own logics and deep sense, as this “all” is also God, taking up endless forms within inner harmony and love. And so Man never stops to exist, as God is endless. Today He is present in the element of the Matter, once in Nothingness He will be one and the same with God, God?

    

          If we are not led by our Mind, then we remain totally within God’s plan.  We remain there ourselves, as well as He, on the very level where we exist, as He has created Himself, within the experience of Life, using the God’s wisdom, perfection, love.

          Beauty is in everything.

April 2010

Author: Leszek Wieliczko

                      Translated by: Agnieszka Zell

                      

Deliberating

  All that we do in life, whatever we undertake – is our personal choice and a consequence of our own decisions. This is not “the others” who lead us. This is us, ourselves, who do, more or less consciously, want a particular situation. This is why we feel, so often, so bitterly disappointed, unsatisfied, or we always miss – as if by definition – just what we do not experience…

  What is, then, this “something”, that is ever closer to man’s heart, in fact? What is this “missing”, with its all gigantic power that man almost cannot stand…What gives roots to friendship, love and trust. Trust – big magic word, with all its personal submission , and then there is giving oneself to another human being, that will naturally follow this trust; followed simultaneously by touching of universe’s purest spaces, no fear and no doubts accompanying it.  Walking along the hills and valleys of life, forward and forward again, being ready to meet the Unknown, Unnamed.

  Thus, in view of all this – what is really important, what is “most important”? What is this “something” closer to man’s heart, that I have mentioned earlier: the outside glitzy spectacle, the face-value of things? Or, maybe it is rather that we can just walk together, being able to touch, delicately stroke true feelings; the feelings that are formless, not specified, with no even there being any possibility to name them; the feelings where words stop having any meaning. This is something quite new, the new qualities. And this is the point when man starts to feel. What can be perceived then, is a flow of energy, warmth, looking and watching with eyes that need no words; and finally there is trust. One then feels an essence of need to be just exactly in a place where he is. Nothing upon it.

   

  It is at that stage when the consecutive step is required, a step towards still more undertakings, towards the spheres that generate internal magnetic powers. Calmly and slowly, losing – on the way – all what is not too important, concentrating oneself upon the most minute details and activities, as if founding them out anew, man can start to notice them and understand their deep sense. That are these simple activities, that teach one to concentrate, to calm down; they teach accuracy and precision, respect for themselves, and – ex naturaby their very definition – also for ourselves.

  However, this is still nothing, in fact, when faced with vast space that life really is. This is just here, close to nature, where – submitting to the nature’s rhythm, hearing to its silence, what comes up to man are sounds so far never heard. Man starts to be able to see all what he has so far failed to see, the World being as if found anew. A question can be asked, then, if there is any sense to it, is all this worthy of itself? “This question is generated by our brain, our intellectual forces, the human Mind that can understand only the definite forms and “named things”. However, does this human brain love or - it just undergoes a feeling? Is the Mind the very core inside of man, that constitutes a center of man’s humanity? People say that it is the voice of Heart should be followed, however they do not know what they say in fact, as all aspects of Reality, everything is, classified, by man, on the basis of his Intellect’s criteria; whereas this Intellect is nothing more than an instrument, the role of which is to help, not to decide.

 

  I have frequently verbalized view that there exist words are magical words; the question-words, such as  “why”. When these questions are asked, and when this are not simple answers that are searched for, but rather the core of phenomena and events is being a subject of human deep penetration, and when – in fact – man does not look for answers to these questions at all – then what happens inside man is a slow transformation. This is also the moment when the voice of Heart starts to have something to say. Man starts to feel with his Heart, reaching also ability to understand facts via Heart, where there are no words at all. And this is then, when senses, such as hearing, vision, touch, smell – enter quite different frequencies. They attain more sensitivity, becoming still more responsive to stimuli. Man starts to “see” with all his Self, all his Human Essence. And then, all fears disappear, one after another, together with all worries. Man starts to “be” here and now, till eternity.

         

   All this is, however, is still again nothing in comparison to the energies, hidden in man, that finally reach potential to be released and be used, as – nomen omen – this is the very aim of their existence. The coherence of “being’, of the cosmos both outside and inside of us, constitutes a natural flow of these energies. When this consciousness  becomes a fact in human life, it turns out that there are no impossibilities. And this is not faith, the faith in “anything”; this is, instead, the Knowledge and Wisdom that has been being released from the most spacious depths of Human Being. This is how unity with the very “being” (existence) is born, as well as with the Essence of all things. All borders become blurred, the End and Beginning disappear. There is no Birth and no Death. The man just “is”. This is a state that is hard to describe with words – such description being in fact totally impossible. Then a stage comes when all this starts to be felt and man just “knows it”, reaching ability to know it. This is the True Real Life, not a mirage, illusion or a projection, but rather Transformation. There are many who have achieved this border – “non-border”, managing to cross it. We can find traces left behind them, in different forms, the traces not understandable for many, not possible to be grasped by their human mind, not to be grasped at all – as where they exist is quite outside of human mind.

   All power and magnitude of “being” is inherent not in words, or not even in thoughts, but rather in the certainty, emerging from the depth of human being. And it is just at this stage when there is peace and harmony with all living beings. All becomes import important, meaningful – each most minute moment of time, fragment of a second.

    When man experiences his willingness, coming from his very deep inside, to release all the incredible joy, that occurs unexpectedly, in mysterious way, when he wants to express it with his voice, or with support of a musical instrument, even if this instrument is just a hand-made rustic reed pipe that he has made himself – then the music that emerges out of it will always be perfect music, filled with harmony, a vibration that penetrates everything around. This will be music that is always new, and never a repeating of any music fragments that had been created before. But whenever Mind enters into all this process, then all this disappears.  It turns out (!) that man has no ability to perform any music. And this is long years and long time – of exercises and pure learning - that are required to acquire the knowledge, how to perform music at all. However it is also, sometimes, just a moment when we spontaneously pick an instrument and what comes out then, is the very sound that harmonizes with the depths and all deposits inside us.

      So much still remains under cover, it still waits to be grasped, to be touched – just like this Cosmos, this Universe, that still, in continuous way, expands.

     When there is no noise, no the outside noise, nor the noise inside man, one starts to hear Nature; the Nature that speaks, with the voice of wind, bird’s singing, rain drops, when even the drops of snow can be heard when touching earth…. Also this very Earth can be heard itself, when breathing, its smells and aromas becoming more and more clear cut, distinct… And all this is ever only the beginning, as this language of Nature is not an accidental mumbling. Nature speaks, talks to us. It has something to say to every human being individually, distinctly, separately. It need Time to be able to understand Nature’s talk. Its voice is vibrations, the overlapping of waves that intensify the amplitude, having their Primum Mobile (prime mover), as a consequence. This power is never directed against things, but it rather intensifies harmony.

      It is not a reason for sadness that this moment is as it is, with no perfectness. Man makes decisions all the time, at every moment. What these decisions are, depends on us, on each human being separately. Most often these decisions are an effect of our deliberations, made up on the basis of knowledge and experience. But it is also possible that what is the deepest participation of Man in Universe, his most deep yearning and nostalgy that touches Man’s origin – “where do I come from”, will suddenly pierce through all rational arguments. Then it goes up to the top of things, and all logic that has been so diligently cultivated, falls apart, crushed. This always is a moment of new Birth, the birth to sanctified life. 

                                                                           September  2009

                   

                                                        Author: Leszek Wieliczko

 

Translated by: Agnieszka Zell 

     

Morning.

Four times of the Day

Morning, Day, Evening, Night

(reminiscences from the Droszków village - Spring 2009)

I woke up... I opened my eyes, I looked around..., I noticed the slightly visible, well known outlines of the table, the chairs, the tiled stove, in the corner, the windows, and a clock, hanging between them, on the wall. It showed 5 o' clock. Just a while ago, I have not been here. Only the body was lying, deep in sleep. Where I had been, before I woke up... ?

I got up, I touched the floor, with the bare feet. Its chill has momentarily dispelled the remaining of the night dreams, and it brought me back to Reality. OK, I wandered somewhere before, I had some aim, I was not alone... With some effort, I tried to remember the history from behind the wall...

I came up to the stove. It was still warm. I leaned on it, and I felt all the swarm of thermal small needles, suddenly penetrating the naked body. The morning cafe was already being brewed, on the table, beside. The silence, not even slight marmor. I listen carefully and I do not know, if I listen into the presence of here and now, or the presence which has passed a while ago, as If I wanted to hear something...

Yes,... it is time to go out and greet a new day. I put on warm clothes, as after all, this is the time, when mornings are already cold . I went out, with my coffee outside of the house, I sat down, on the small bench, quasi-bench in fact, as it was made of two stumps and a board, placed down horizontally on them. I got a breath of fresh cold, crispy air, then a single draught of coffee, I lit a cigarette, and I looked into and listened into the morning, emerging out of the gloominess. Everything was asleep, but the Night was closing her eyes rather slowly. 

The sky became pale and, with every moment, it was losing the intensity of the night's scenery. From the just a few houses, the remaining of the dreams evaporate; dreams most distinct and weird. They flee away, together with bats of the night frolic, somewhere behind the mountains, and maybe into the cosmic sphere, mysterious, accompanying the vanishing Stars. And all this, in the majesty of the silence, intensified by the brook, muttering nearby, by the locals called Doroszówka.

The Sun still somewhere behind the mountains. The slopes of Dranica enveloped by the grey mist, so that only the top hill spruce trees stay distinctively silhouetted against the pale Sky. While the meadows at the brook have been covered with the silver vesture. Imperceptibly, it becomes more and more bright. In this calmness, of the waking up day, I heard the first, sparse voices of birds. The air, swelled with the Spring's "waking-up", is crispy and cold. The wind, which often blows here, got lost somewhere, so that the limbs of the trees remain unmoved, unaffected, still without leafs, but already with buds. Soon, they will wake up and will fill in the space between them. I sat very silently, all of me embedded into this morning scenery...

More and more bird voices emerged... And so, this way, the morning concert began, for many voices. Within the more distant and closer perspective, still new voices emerged, some just making a background, others, being a singular solo show; while the space, present all around, has carried them through all the valley. Delicate..., subtle trilliums.., moved from the foreground to the secondary one, pure..., with no falsehood.., they carried themselves somewhere, far, over there, ... somewhere where a woodpecker and buzzard can be heard, and maybe also a goshawk, circling high in the sky, and making its characteristic groans. The time has stopped... The mystery of the everyday morning, the religious service, in which I have been a participant, and maybe also somebody else, I do not know. I kept silent, I listened and looked around... Finally, somewhere near the mountain top of Dranica, the first sunbeam flashed, it dropped here for a while, and soon after all the Sun started to haul out, from behind the mountain....

I got lost in thought... 

A small village, located in the valley, surrounded  from all three sides with the mountain slopes, from which a brook has drained, flowing through it, and having its supremacy above it, with the mountain top, Ptasznik; this is Droszków village. Such is an original name, however there are some, who call it Droszów. Located at the borders of this country, in the Kłodzko Valley, invisible for all the Earth, for the Cosmos not even constituting a dust. Some time ago, for sure, more deep in past, than half a Century ago, it was a big village; today it is hard to determine what is its character. Still not long ago, five, ten years ago, there were several households here, cows pasturing in the meadows, horse rigs going along the ways, reapers peening their scythes. Life moved on, outside, out of doors, among the meadows and the mountains.    

Today this place is vacant, old houses with their farm buildings, abandoned, they fall into ruin, or they already have not been existent; a few, being rescued, change the character of their purpose. Some are quite new, from quite "different epoque", and the people who live here, everyday come to their work with their cars, to the small city nearby. There are, so far, not many of them.  For how long this small quasi village will remain like that, depends on its inhabitants. How many new incomers will appear here,  how many houses will grow, thanks to the modern technologies, whether there will occur a real traffic, on this one and only way, which you find here? If the municipal customs will arrive and govern here; the customs, which already have slipped in, unnoticed - it is all hard to say, but there is a great danger of it.

It is already today, that the modern limousines pass Droszków, the trees become cumbersome, and thus they must be cut off; you will see no reapers with scythes... Now, from Spring to Autumn, mowing is being done with reaping machines, with internal combustion engines, which makes a lot of noise, and this reaping is not done for any good cause, but to win the first place, in the contest for the most beautiful village, with other villages, for the sake of a prize of little value in fact.

If things will look so any further, then Droszków will stop being a small, quiet, quasi village, lost somewhere in the World. There are many such places, they are practically everywhere. Somewhere, the Man has lost the sense of his being, giving himself into the captivity of Modern Reality...

But coming back to the Today, when I sat so on the small quasi bench, in the front of the house, I finally felt the chill of the morning on myself, so I got up and went back to the chamber.   

 

 

October 2009

Author: Leszek Wieliczko 

 Translated by: Agnieszka Zell