The Master

I’ve laid to rest the search for Knowledge But words fascinate me They guide me to power, truth Words so strong they could not hold me Others so powerless they became my key Moments in space meaning all Encompassing my soul surrounding absolutely As a breeze from someone passing Only the feeling of the wind is left And the memory of the air lingers It is an evolving creature Controls us, molds us We becoming it The old becomes ancient The modern becomes old The new becomes foreign It’s as pure as snowflakes or misty fog. Visible but never containable Judged by them Justified and condemned Saved By them Beautifully complex Words The evolving creature of our breath