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Crowned by the Tempest

beware—the storm brews in a cup of tea

let your sharpest words fall as drizzle
no mortal withstands the cunning tempest




the sea takes the fool who scorns the wiser
the sage’s mind is forged in wisdom




the heart, a cushion of gold; the body, a harbor
cross the line, though hidden from all eyes




the storm crowns the master unseen by the blind
… for storms reveal the truth that silence ‘already knew’

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