Wisdom, Sophia Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

Hey Athenians, you shouldn't monopolise wisdom.

We too have an owl, alert, that functions a third eye.
It mixes seven colours and so she composes White,
it watches the windmills in Paralimni turning around
endlessly and thus it can read their tragic secret,
that our water is drained and the wells are emptied.

Our owl stares at the kite and explains that:
the hovering head of a kite is the Idea of Platon,
the string down to earth is the Logic of Aristotle,
the purple tail is the Nature and Word of Zenon,
being a balance between analysis and synthesis.
Here is our kite: it takes off, yet is grounded.

Our owl has an Oracle in the plain of Mesaoria,
counsels animals and birds to do the right. See
the coward wild boar dares, that’s why it swims,
the dog, when caressed by boss, envies not the cat,
the cow, nurses the little wolf to soften and tame it,
the donkey, works in the mill to have hay for sure.
The deer is proud of its crooked legs that help her
to run away of danger; not proud of her pretty horns
that entangle her in the bushes in front of the lion.

Your owl, Athena, has not such a third eye
to view day and night, from Kitium to Delphi.



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