Aristotle, The First Tutor Poem by Mohammad Yousef

Aristotle, The First Tutor

By Mohammad A. Yousef

In the cradle of ancient Greece,
where the sun spills wisdom over marble stones,
a figure walks, cloaked in thought,
the first tutor of souls,
Aristotle, the seeker of truths.

He stands amidst the whispers of the olive trees,
their leaves trembling with secrets,
as he gathers the curious minds,
a mosaic of eager faces,
each one a vessel ready to be filled
with the nectar of reason,
the wine of philosophy.

"Know thyself, " he proclaims,
as the echoes dance along the hills,
his words, a river flowing,
carving pathways through the landscape of ignorance,
inviting each heart to delve
into the depths of existence,
to question the stars, the essence of life,
the very fabric of the cosmos.

He teaches the art of observation,
the beauty of the mundane,
the significance of the small—
a drop of dew, a flickering flame,
the flight of a bird,
each a piece of the grand puzzle,
each a lesson waiting to be unearthed.

Logic becomes his canvas,
and syllogisms, the brush strokes,
painting clarity amidst chaos,
a harmony of thought,
where contradictions dissolve,
and understanding blooms like spring flowers,
each petal a revelation,
a step toward enlightenment.

In the shade of the Lyceum,
conversations swirl like autumn leaves,
as he ignites the fire of inquiry,
a spark in the minds of men—
Plato's shadow behind him,
yet he carves his own path,
a torchbearer of knowledge,
leading with reason,
and a heart that beats for truth.

"Ethics, " he whispers,
"is the compass of the soul, "
a guiding star in the turbulent sea of life,
where virtues are the sails,
and wisdom, the wind that propels us forward,
teaching us to navigate the storms,
to find our bearings in the tumult.

He speaks of politics,
the art of living together—
to govern, to be governed,
the balance of power,
the delicate dance of justice,
a harmony that sings in the streets,
echoing in the chambers of the heart.

And in the twilight of his days,
as the sun dips beneath the horizon,
he reflects on the legacy of thought,
the seeds of inquiry sown,
the minds he has touched,
the world he has changed—
a tapestry woven with threads of logic,
and colored by the hues of passion.

Aristotle, the first tutor,
a beacon in the vast ocean of knowledge,
his spirit lingers in the classrooms of today,
in the hearts of those who dare to question,
to seek, to learn—
a timeless mentor,
an eternal flame,
guiding us still,
toward the light of understanding.

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