Chapter III — Inebriating Breeze
Subsistence and Soul
Poet: Alireza Bemanian
|December 29, 2025
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قامتِ کنهِ نفس سوز دمش، مجنون ازل کَنانه نیست
— سرلوحهٔ فصل سوم © دکتر علیرضا بمانیان، www.bemanian.com
Stanza I
Subsistence and soul, the weeds and the bores,
attain and reach, conquer and seize,
subjugate the angsts, inspire the deeds,
surmount the moments, master the manners.
Stanza II
The joy and bliss, rapture and delight,
reflect and ponder,
linger in the course, allure and absorb,
enter the realm, the orbit and range.
Stanza III
Province of sage, blue skies conjure,
tall turrets in mangle, adhere props or tangles,
amulets remain silent,
deceive rages conquer, empty routes.
Stanza IV
Charismas, captivations and lures,
eager to beguile and enchant, finally echo and convince,
only, recipients, the chasers and seekers,
not the empty routines, abandoned routes,
are there, to perceive and persist.
Stanza V
The scenes, passages, arenas,
the snow flakes, harbingers of thoughts,
edges and corners, blankets of silver tops,
stir emotions, elate the passion.
Stanza VI
The windows go by, retain the moments,
entice, induce, incite and bid,
to, heed and exceed, and respond and commit.
Stanza VII
The knocks and bashes, the dents and the dips,
loud thuds and smashes,
the wallops and whacks, and fissures and cracks,
they are flickers, flares and flashes,
The blankets, silver tops, spread the ashes.
Alireza Bemanian • December 2025
© www.bemanian.com
Themes
Subsistence as Soul
The weed and the bore as spiritual enactment: ordinary persistence is the soul’s activity. The poem refuses the dualism that separates biological survival from spiritual vitality, admitting the unremarkable and the persistent into the full territory of the soul’s work.
Snowflakes, Harbingers of Thoughts
Snowflakes as heralds of cognitive events. The silver blanket of accumulated flakes is the landscape of anticipated thought, covering every edge and corner with the promise of an interior arrival not yet fully formed.
Charisma Requires the Seeker
Charisma, captivation, and lure reach only active recipients. The empty routine cannot receive; the chasers and seekers alone are there to perceive and persist. Receptivity is an active state, not a passive one.
The Province of Sage
Wisdom’s territory conjures blue skies but cannot silence deceiving rages. Amulets fall silent; turrets stand in mangle. The province must be cleared before the inebriating breeze can work its transformation.
The Moving Window
Windows that go by yet retain the moments: the moving frame preserves rather than loses. Time carries forward without erasing what it passes. Motion is a different mode of preservation, not its opposite.
Flickers, Flares and Flashes
The closing transformation: all violence is light. Knocks, fissures, and cracks are forms of illumination. The silver blanket of the inebriating breeze spreads the ashes of what it consumed — snow becomes ash, covering becomes scattering.