a legend lost, this man was sweet, the kind you'd like to meet on the street. shoes were daily seen, sharing a foot bath was ignorantly considered obscene. everyone mattered, I preached as my cause, as no child should feel lonely or unsafe at all.

I am used to deliver ideas old and new, but I am not used to only tell what’s true. You can find me in Places open to learn but also closed and burned .

Sixteen of twenty four, its ancient designation, And twenty two of seven was a late approximation. Here to there, then there again, assuming here is central, It's a simple meditation, but the result is transcendental

On winter days so cold and dark, you'll be glad to see my mug. I came to you from the distant East, I'll stir you up or bring you peace. Even if you find me bland, you'll spill me to your friend.

A command when at war, a livelihood's end, a warning at home, a blacksmith's true friend It rules above clouds, it seethes beneath crust A terrible foe who, in shadows, we trust