A Little Insane

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Master, My Master, I seek thee..

Master Master, I seek thee..
I whispered under the trumpet setting;
For those questions, With answers too many!

A whisper to a whisper,
This hermit between thoughts:
Seek that master, HE wished you here!

Seek that master , HE let you wander,
In cold winters , then hot summers,
Rains that pierce, Winds that break,

Seek that master , HE let you wonder,
Under the might , This world surrender,
Piece by piece, Intricate by design,

Seek that master, HE guides your vision,
A grace forever, From beyond your sea,
Knowledge is bud, Blooms in your hand.

Hermit my master, Called me master:
Master Master, You seek HE,
Master Master, I seek HE.

Master, My Master !
I seek THEE...