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

Formerly left, and nothing more, But time’s long tongue made ill my core. My opposite, who too, was nothing grand, Now lends itself humbly to a helping hand.