Fragrant Truth is the scent of the lotus
The silver dust on moths wings
Shining blue scales on the beta fish

Truth is the first scent of spring
It is the shine in a lover's eyes
The feel of their breath in sleep
And the quiet whisper of their voice

Truth is a mirror with many faces
Each giving some different answer
All to different questions

A fragrant gift from the Giver
It bears all scents and tastes
It bears all sounds and sights

It is a golden house
It is a black kite
It is the brilliant moon
It is the wanining sun

Truth is a fragrant flower
A thing to admire
A thing to fear

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Severin, in the year 174 MA.