in the quiet shadows of the moonlit evening, where whispers carry further than shouts, remember this: the realm of poetry often urges us to close ears to the cacophony of the mundane, to seek precedent in the wisdom of the ancients. it calls for a clarification of the soul, a return to the essence of being, to bring back to the start where understanding was pure and untainted. the most esoteric verses hold the key, unlocking doors to hidden gardens where truth blooms in silence.