past is a lamp for our feet
and a light for our path
like an accomplished teacher
it comes to our rescue
any time we go astray
Writers write to master the minds
like mine to master, be thines,
5th century Greek writers Patriarch
Herodotus, Thucydides and Plutarch.
They savor the flavor, 'Land Battles', be
Persia and Greece, intro 5th century.
Persian priests', called it magosh, then,
Greeks termed the word magoi when
it changed to mageia and then magika,
hence, precedes that illusion, magical.
The battle itself was a point of focus,
but in reality, 'twas an uprising tempest,
all that matters merely meant confusion,
purpose the word, magic, sort of illusion.
At the start, a keen preceptor will take,
while the rest, smoke and mirror, mistake
goal to amuse, jam and jelly seize a fainted
a riddle connects the dots, numbers painted
a true picture of the taken as the takers smile
'MAGIC', those who knew & misknew, worthwhile.
I was told I'm a know-it-all and that might be true
But from a fine mentor I've learned a thing or two
I've assimilated wisdom and tuition from a teacher
not well known
Who imparted to me the knowledge I now own
Black holes, string theory and quantum mechanics
A pundit not more erudite this side of the Atlantic
French, German and Spanish with Latin as the ground
Lead to illumination it has been found
Reading about writing and writing about reading
From which a seeker can grasp meaning
Painting describes nature in all one is seeing
And that is the preceptor who is a three in one
Learning from this master has only just begun
It may be wondered just who is this scholarly guy
No guy at all, the three in one is me, myself and I