Poema de KaJe MeG: “Let us speak a word about the Wise”

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«The wise man cannot turn into a fool.» — Epicurus

When clarity of spirit becomes the main refuge…

The world around
resembles a noisy square, where
everyone tries to accumulate
as many earthly pillars as possible —
ranks, gold, illusions of security.
People build walls and
gather treasures, sincerely believing
that this will protect them from the storms of existence.
But when a real tempest strikes,
these pillars suddenly turn into shackles.

Wisdom is not
the accumulation of others' thoughts, nor the sum of knowledge.
It is the absolute lightness of the spirit
that knows the true price of everything earthly.
The Wise Man looks at the world
without fear or judgment,
with a light, understanding smile,
because his internal compass
is already tuned to eternity.

The intellect purified by experience acquires such clarity
that it is no longer possible to reverse.
Just as light
cannot be forced to radiate darkness,
so the Wise Man is incapable
of descending into mental chaos.
He is free from within.

Threads of a single tapestry
The lightness of being against the weight of fear

The wise strength is not a demonstration of superiority,
but the great art of remaining invulnerable
to external circumstances,
preserving internal balance.

Once, Socrates was walking along a deserted road
together with a wealthy Athenian.
Suddenly, from behind the rocks, bandits appeared.
The rich man turned pale and whispered in panic:
«I am lost! It will go ill with me if they find out who I am!»
Socrates, however, without quickening his pace,
replied calmly and with a slight smile:
«And it will go ill with me if they do not recognize me».

In a single second, all the gold in the world became a curse,
and the name of the Wise Man,
who had nothing in his soul
but the truth,
became his armor.

When political whirlwinds stripped Avicenna (Abu Ali ibn Sina)
of titles and property,
the great thinker continued to write his works
on scraps of parchment, sitting in the saddle.
When asked if he did not regret his lost peace,
he replied: «My home is in my head,
and its walls cannot be destroyed or taken away».
This is the Triumph of Reason:
while states crumbled,
the Wise Man created the architecture of knowledge, which outlived all empires.

When for his deep philosophical revelations Imadeddin Nasimi was led to a cruel execution,
one of the judges shouted in a rage: «If a drop of his blood falls on someone's finger, that finger must be chopped off!»
On the scaffold, a drop of Nasimi's blood flew off and fell exactly on the finger of that very judge.
The judge immediately began to recant his words.
And the Poet, preserving the sovereign posture of his spirit even in the midst of torments, pronounced:
«For the sake of truth I give my entire body,
and you tremble for a single finger of yours».

This is the Supreme Lesson:
The Wise Man sees the whole picture,
and this perspective of eternity makes him unreachable to fear.
The Wise Man with a Capital Letter —
is the architect of peace in a world of vanity.
His ethics are not a set of prohibitions,
but a natural state of harmony with existence.

Knowledge is not a reason for dispute, but a silent light that helps to examine the road.
Irony is the shield of the wise, allowing one to look at the storms of the world without panic.
Freedom is when you have nothing that could be taken away by force.
Truth is not the possession of the world, but the ability to possess oneself.
For a wise man, a new life opens every day.

Three breaths (haiku)

Steps on the road.
The rich man trembles with fear —
The Wise Man smiled.

Wind in the desert.
The walls fell into the sand —
The Thought resisted.

A drop on the finger.
The judge fell silent in fear —
The Spirit remained straight.

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