Masters 

not only master 

they are servants too, 

and those 

being led by leaders 

also lead a few. 

From one sleep,

two awaken,

to a wisteria bloom. 

Ink on ink,

fire on flesh

soul replenished,

begin afresh.  

Saved we remember most;

not by lips but eyes to hands,

passing from pillar to post

as guest and host. 

Vain the struggle 

with wings 

to a mirror tied. 

I as the teacher say, “let the learner teach further”. 

Close Enough

Give me your word

and I’ll return to you three, 

not one holds pity.