The Secret of Power is to keep neither for too long,
So I bring a lesson wrung from western psalm.

Bare Your heart, as brave as bold.
Take the daggers, jibes and schemes.
Turn them to art, so all may behold,
The glory that staggers, vibes and dreams.

Fearless of failure, exalt the folly,
Tearlessly hail your lowest day.
Another golden lesson, taught within,
If you only get out of your own way.

Your fears are moot, others gave them over.
The way you see things, you were merely taught.
A garden of fruit saves the trodden clover.
When the cycle sings, there is truly no rot.

Endless Oblivion has broken before,
Darkness and Light ever dance around.
None can say what sits in store,
But I can tell you of its sound:

Discord. Harmony.
Summer, Spring and Fall.
The Realms of Our Father's Love,
They resonate for Us All.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Scarlatan, in the year 969 AF.