Aristotle And Avicenna And The Soul Poem by Mohammad Yousef

Aristotle And Avicenna And The Soul

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the quiet halls of ancient thought,
Where shadows of wisdom linger,
Two minds converge,
Aristotle, the Stagirite,
And Avicenna, the Persian sage,
Dancing through the realms of the soul.

Aristotle, with his gaze set firm,
On the essence of being,
Dissects the soul,
Not as a ghostly whisper,
But as the essence of life itself—
The form within the flesh,
The reason that shapes the chaos,
The rational flame, kindled in the heart of man.

The soul, he claims, is the engine,
Driving the chariot of thought,
A triad of faculties—
The vegetative, the sensitive, the rational,
Each a note in the symphony of existence,
A melody echoing through the cosmos.

Across the sands of time,
Avicenna, with ink and quill,
Seeks the same divine spark,
A beacon in the labyrinth of the mind,
He speaks of the soul's journey—
A traveler between worlds,
The essence of the self,
An eternal flame, undimmed by mortality.

In his "Book of Healing, "
He unravels the threads of the intellect,
The active and passive,
The unity of thought and essence,
Philosophy and faith entwined,
As he crafts a bridge to the divine,
A luminous path leading to the One.

Both sages, carving their truths,
From the marble of existence,
The soul, a canvas, painted with reason,
And emotion,
A tapestry of experience,
Threaded with the questions of being—
What is it to feel, to know, to exist?

Aristotle, with his empirical gaze,
Plucks the fruits of observation,
While Avicenna, a mystic in thought,
Reaches for the stars,
Each a seeker of the same truth,
In the labyrinth of the soul's essence.

And so, they converse across centuries,
In the whispers of the wind,
In the rustle of leaves,
In the heartbeat of humanity,
As we ponder our own existence,
The nature of the soul,
A quest unending,
A fire that refuses to fade.

In the echoes of their voices,
We find our own,
A reminder that the journey is the destination,
That in the pursuit of knowledge,
We touch the divine,
And in the depths of the soul,
We discover the universe within.

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