In the serene embrace of dawn, where shadows are gentle,
a whisper stirs beyond mortal sight with unwavering confidence
It resonates through the soul like a celestial stream,
revealing the undeniable truth within the heart’s tranquil dream
Discernment is born where illusions divide,
in the deep labyrinth where emotions collide
It’s the voice in the dark, the flame in the mist,
that shows us what’s real and what does not exist
With eyes that see past the veil of disguise,
It catches the flicker of wolves cloaked in ties
a shield, it becomes made of wisdom and grace,
to guide our steps through life’s tender embrace
Self-preservation, the dance of the soul,
a sacred rebellion to keep oneself whole
not selfish nor cold, but a quiet refrain,
that guards the heart’s light from suffering and pain
Like the roots of a tree, it sinks into the earth,
nurturing the spirit, restoring its worth
for in knowing the self, the cosmos expands,
unfolding its secrets into human hands
So discern what is love, and what is deceit,
what fills you with life, and what makes you weak
in the silence, you’ll find your compass and key—
the power within you to rise and be free
For the path of the wise is a journey alone,
where discernment carves out a kingdom, your own
and self-preservation, a fire, divine,
lights the way forward to realms most sublime—
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