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 .

A marker unseen, yet felt in your stride, acknowledging journeys and progress with pride. It stands at the juncture of past and new, heralding the distance you've journeyed through.

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.