Buried treasure

Guardian of the great toil
where buried treasure lay in soil
excavated by unfading lights gone by
Showed the path with lantern high
Showed the ground a one with sky.
Taishatrin folk did tell the tale,
intent was on the vision bent,
future lent before its sent.
Tale of the merriment, of the angels harps
cheering on all good hearts.
Now remember, when you cast your spell
for the future to tell,
avoid using harps from beyond the dell.
That's Dante's hell avoided well.
Use this omen to quench your fire.
Ferment intent, so strong and pure.
desireth of a final cure.
No number two to divide and conquer.
One whole is greater than its parts
It's where it ends and where it starts
Creation and its Buona partes.
guiding lost hearts on its way
Souls so lite and free from pain.
The mount top harp plays again.