Proclaiming your heart

With a lion roar
As I proclaim this heart,
This pure wisdom,
There is no dearth
Of naysayers,
Conjurers of potboilers,
Evil imaginings
Within and without beginning.
As I speak
With several above me,
No one below me,
Humility beckons.
I reckon
That this is it:
The way of the world,
As I win it,
Hold close this pearl.