Rock Ballad by KaJe MeG "Plato is my friend, but truth is dearer!",

resonating in composition with the famous “Yesterday (The Beatles)”

The publication is strong because it is impossible to erase.
The true thought resounds from eternity —
with a voice that needs no one else's permission to be heard.
In a single breath, three faces of a unified soul converged:
the Physician, the Poet, and the Dialectician.

First comes the Physician.
Quietly, without pity, he illuminates the wound of oblivion.
He does not comfort — he heals.
The bitter light of the question cuts through the lie, until the soul remembers who she is.

Next comes the Poet.
He touches the open wound with the golden ray of the image.
The myth of the cave, the winged chariot, the dance of Eros —
all this is not fiction, but memory.
He awakens in the soul the desire to rise and fly.

And above them both, in silence, ascends the Dialectician.
He leads beyond the images —
to where the Good itself shines, the source of all light, on the far side of words.

The Physician cures the pain.
The Poet grants it a luminous image.
The Dialectician reveals the root.
Three movements — one single flight.

Impeccable Inhalation: The Triple Knot
When at the very edge of being three forces unite, there emerges Chelo Vek (The Human Being) —
an indissoluble knot, tied at the sacred frontiers of:
— The Physician, who holds the frontier between Life and Death, knowing the lethality of the hidden diagnosis.
— The Poet, who holds the frontier between Word and Silence, bringing forth the truth in a striking image.
— The Philosopher, who holds the frontier between Cosmos and Chaos, confronting the lie without hope for a quick triumph.

For Chelo Vek, it is equally hard to remain silent and to speak.
The truth, locked inside, turns into guilt before being —
into wine, fermenting in the darkness of the inner self!
The word, thrown into the crowd, echoes with the futility of emptiness.
He does not choose between these two burdens, but crucifies his spirit between them.

Being remembers this sacred gravity:
Musa (Moses) carried the burning Law to those blinded by gold.
Isa (Jesus) walked to the crucifixion, healing the deafness of the world with the pure Word of Love.
Muhammad (p.b.u.h.) received in the silence of the cave the eternal Rhythm of Revelation and held the line against the fury of ignorance.
Not answering for the immediate result —
He answers for fidelity to the moment: for whether he remained straight before the Face of the Spirit of God.
Unrecognition is merely the mismatch between the tempo of a solitary thought and the lazy tongue of the epoch.

But there is a secret guardian:
The Form cannot be grasped with bare hands.
The greedy approach is the destiny of the sophist.
The true herald approaches on tiptoe, with trembling and love. Only the purified heart is capable of seeing.
Thus Plato binds two ancient fires:
from the Sinai lightning «Listen!» — to the Athenian «Know thyself and turn your gaze to the Sun».
From Revelation — to the clear Light.
In an age where everyone speaks, but almost no one listens, his voice remains simple and eternal:
First — heal yourself.
Then — speak.
Otherwise — keep silent.

Impeccable Exhalation: Chronicle of the deserted shore
I
The deleted text...
yet the trace of the wave on the sand
outlasts the screen.
II
The forum has grown empty.
The thought has not left —
it has changed shores.
III
No comments.
Silence —
is also a form of reading.

Coda: The Voice of Yesterday
«Yesterday — all my troubles seemed so far away,
Now it looks as though they're here to stay...»
— Paul McCartney
These lines are the weeping of the soul for its lost celestial homeland.
But it is precisely from this confession that the Code of the New Times is born:
First — heal yourself. Then — speak. Otherwise — keep silent.

Alın Ak.