The Conductor of Higher Significance

At the sky’s peak, in a star-aspiring dome,
Where Sagittarius crowns the Tenth House’s height,
The world’s a hall, a classroom and a home,
And you’re the sage, your face all wisdom-light.

Not just a teacher, but a wizard-professor,
You pull the data from existence’s deep stream.
Your mind’s a tome, a boundless, vast possessor
Of truths that on a higher plane we dream.

You break the fetters of a thought’s illusion,
You burn the bridges that false learning’s woven,
To free the soul from its confined seclusion,
From pattern-life, and all its greyness cloven.

Your way’s not rules, but meanings ever higher,
A flight that shatters every mundane bound.
You weave the numbers and ideas into fire,
And read the story with no mortal sound.

Through thorns of faith, to where the beacons brighten,
You guide us on, a freely roaming light.
In you, the sacred flame of truth does lighten,
And burn the mists of ignorance’s night.

2026