LIKE DANTE – / by Acad. Prof. Dr. Liviu Pendefunda, H.D.Litt

Acad. Prof. Dr. Liviu Pendefunda, H.D.Litt (Romania)
He is the Vice Chancellor of the World Academy of Letters(2004), Secretary General United Cultural Convention(2009), Director of the Press and Publishing House Contact International together with his wife, Julieta Carmen. He has published 65 volumes of poetry and five volumes of translations from Italian, French and English. He has also translated Sudhakar Gaidhani’s “Devdoot The Angel” into Romanian from the English translation (by global poet Vishwas Vaidya), published in Contact International magazine and dedicated the issue of Oct.Dec. 2021 to Gaidhani’s poetry with the honour as – “The Celestial Year 2021 Contact International is named after our laureate, the great Indian epic poet Sudhakar Gaidhani”.
The light of a magnificent poem descends like the Holy Spirit into the hearts of readers. The continuation of the saga of the angel Devdoot, the huge bird with a heart pierced by an arrow, fallen on an island and becoming the wise narrator of the birdkind, is presented taking the relay by Avdhut, ready to carry his philosophical message under the guidance of Sudhakar Gaidhani, like Dante.
“Some Avadhut amongst you,
Need to scale the mountain
And pick-up a pinch of ash
Entering the rose-tinted altar
Of the raging fire
And join back our convoy”.
The mysteries, which we perceive, unfold through the approach of three planes: the first is an initiatory spiritual plan – simple and requires a basis achieved by going through the other stages of reading, the second is represented by the philosophical conceptual plan of poetry – for which a temporal library is enough and the third, the easiest to interpret but also the most elaborate, the symbolic spatial plan of reality. Reality, imagination, illusion, truth, evil and good, are not just words, but the key to our living on this earth. These words will always be the subject of comments, of anthropological debates, of contradictory opinions from which the hermeneutic meaning, the alchemical gold of wisdom, will be chosen. It is the author’s exhortation to this Enoch, or Jason in search of the golden wool:
as we walk tirelessly
towards the seventh heaven
and even beyond
Be the disciple of
the guru buried inside
your own being.
Without changing the prosody and inner rhythm of the lyrical discourse, the author ventures into himself as a traveling soul in a new mythological fragment, substituting himself for the main character, as in canto uno of the wonderful poem Devdoot the angel, a Phoenix raised almost Christ, the zoomorphic human angel of the ancient Egyptian mysteries, leaving the Elysian plains, following the path of the sun in the intermediate areas where souls await their reincarnation.
That is why it would be premature to follow the path of allegory from phenomenon to concept and image, an inseparable whole as opposed to a symbol whose path from phenomenon to image passes through idea, an idea difficult to understand even by the most subtle hermeneutics. And yet the poet often seeks the particular in his life to circumscribe it to the universal, the allegory taking human life as the emblem of the macrocosm and defining thematic art. The true nature of poetry, however, is that which reflects the struggles of the soul without relating them to the cosmic, the poet being unconscious of the mnemonic matrix imbued with divine information. He later became aware that alone couldn’t conceive, elaborate and transfer his lyrics to paper. The symbol is part of the wonderful art generated in man by the universe as a revelation of the mystery.
To write about the poem that is characterized as a river:
sowed and born in the womb
…… of the lyrical stream of life…
means to transcribe each verse or idea. Here is a thought that
awakens the reader’s spirit:
Watching the divine carnival
unleashed by the fond affection
of a global Parent
rivers of my eyes flood with
sobbing waves of mirth
Canopy of my eyelashes
starts dripping with
musical scores
celebrating the rain dance.
The poet knows, he feels other worlds, other places in which he and those able to follow him can enjoy life, love. First of all, in his creation, everything looks like an image. Imagination is therefore linked to the sense of sight. It is not an image seen directly but one seen indirectly, as we see in dreams, a kind of image of memory, an inner image, not one of exteriority. That is why it can be very close to illusion.
Our body dissolves
into an illusion of a divine rainbow
as the mind revolves
around the dancing pivot
of a sublime trance.
But imagination is a faculty of our brain that is closest to intelligence, to creativity.
The Logos is not conscious but only translated into art, into poetry. This light is the stone of the wise, Catholic and huge, invisible even before the eyes. To understand you must open the eyes of the mind and the soul well and recognize everything with that inner light that God has lit from the beginning in nature and in our hearts, and the specific sense of the birds defines this perception:
Your ears will be tempted to
savor the bewitching music
spewing from the endless nothingness,
then you need to become one
with your inner soul and
entrance yourself into
the temple of a fathomless hush
like a meditating Buddha… ../ And in case if you attain
this sublime state successfully,
then even God will beseech you
to grant Him your tutelage
and master the secret of
attaining the ultimate nirvana !.
The revelation of the poet and his creation constitutes, without a doubt, an extraordinary corollary of his mission:
Let the jingle of the poetry continue unabated
Let the words whisper into the hearts of the words
as the connoisseurs weigh these priceless treasures
employing their own measures
A poetry is a distilled essence of all things beautiful, the crowning glory among rest of the arts; it is but a musical intercourse among the beating hearts akin to that between the sun and the golden dance of its rays.
So, if we are to accept that the world we live in is written by the hand of divinity, we do it not to institute cosmological metaphor but only as a hermeneutical requirement. Metaphors and descriptions of a divine beauty such as:
Layers of a mind .. petal by petal,
It surely fills your heart
with a matchless treasure of joy!
or Behold the pristine glory of a crystal-clear pond,
Wearing a golden tint on its blue-eyed visage,
Decked with flocks of swans around its bank…….
Merrily sporting the new born glory of white flowers
or Tender branches laden with a moon-lit fragrance,
we delight in the whole content of the poem.
Over time, many have identified the symbol with allegory, the universal symbol being born of scriptural allegory, the only one that can certify its becoming, as Umberto Eco said. Indeed, the soul normally has a religious function, and the noblest task of education would be to become aware of the archetype of the divine image which comprises the correspondences of all things formulated by dogma. We conclude that in us, in fact, there is everything that can entitle the soul to rise in the destined eye to see the light. And we must recognize that many are unable to make a connection between divine images and their own souls. Sudhakar Gaidhani lyrically realizes a transcendental metamorphosis and captures its essence:
Hence, dear horizon trotting Fakir,
as you reach the border of space
surrender your molecular form
and bless yourself, by dissolving
yourself into an utter nothingness
within a total vacuum,
then only you may hear
the divinely eternal notes
like heavenly voice of a prophet.
The verses full of Christian love go towards a spiritual communion with the universal poetry of the great poets, prophets of the lyrical universe that defines humanity. I am so happy to be in this elite with the great poet Sudhakar Gaidhani, my big brother in this cosmic brotherhood. Here is a fragment of unparalleled beauty:
Immersed in a soundless din
Sea-shells buried into bosom of the water
Cherishing the birth-pangs,
Would start chirping at your sight ..
Then your maternal heart
Would start melting into
A rainbow tinted milk
Like newly bloomed
Breasts of mother earth.
In front of the Holy Virgin, the poet bows his soul:
Lo behold…
the divine maiden who
hatches egg of the entire universe
unfurling her plume
decked with fountains
of colorful rays
whom we call as sublimely beautiful
Holy Dawn, blushing like an aspiring bride, and I shuddered at the greatness of this poem, fearing that I should, recommending it for reading, quote the entire masterpiece. Existential questions and answers punctuate the lyrical discourse:
The darkness can see us
but we cannot see her though
Darkness is eternal
unlike the light
which often fades and brightens,
or Is the creator mulling over
the birth of a new universe ?.
Spirit-suggested prophecies such as
In the future even the man will turn into a machine
and with their uncontrolled rule,
the machines
would wipe the human race from
the face of the earth
through which without hurting God, the traveler suggests a globalization of wisdom.
The initiating act is perfectly surprised:
A guru and his follower
Are but two faces of the same coin,
and the result of the philosophical approach is fully expressed:
Filling up the cups of wisdom
decked by a new born naivete,
as the senses are thrilled by the shivers
of a novel enlightenment.
The characterization of man and the dialogue between the fakir bird and the Creator God regarding the deeds of men and their vices in relation to Creation is also essential in this part. The discourse slides, as expected, towards human sociology and psychology:
As for the divine Creator,
He has bound the entire human race
in a single thread of religion of hearts
and hence all the joys and sorrows
need to be equitably shared
across the human race.
This means that art, from a mystical point of view, is the ability to put our objective senses in the service of our inner Master. This presupposes that an artist worthy of the name is the one who expresses in the material world the spiritual beauty that he feels in his depths. Poetry must allow us to understand the difference between an inspired work and one that is not. The words we perceive in reading the text convey very subtle vibrations and cause a total resonance between our inner soul and the universal Soul from which it comes and with which it is in permanent contact. In this sense, art is one of the most effective means to help man become aware of the harmonious connection that unites him with God.
A seasoned poet can unearth
a wealth of rich essence even from
an ocean of the seemingly mundane images
rather than generating a nauseating din
of worthless sounds.
The feelings that create anxiety in the poet’s soul determine a state almost difficult to describe but transmissible, the Word, the divine, becoming a criterion for the perception of language in his creative mind. Man’s desire to experience the absolute is the highest search, the supreme anxiety. Sudhokar Gaidhani’s verses, springing from the desire to find out and to sit in the sea of peace, in deep peace, also lean on it. A universal truth tells us that experience is the child of knowledge. It can manifest itself in the material plane for improvement and in the immaterial one in order to reach the absolute. The structure of the heavens, of the bells, imagined by Dante, the tireless traveler in eternal motion, represents the sum of our consciences. While the whole body is relaxing, the mind concentrates, analyzing the contemplation of the worlds interfering in the subconscious, and meditates by creating and recreating the Word. Therefore I conclude with these words:
Dear son of the earth,
these are real testing times for you
be patient and let this pass
even the time will fondly caress your wisdom
in due course.

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