The Child and the Master

A vision I had when I wondered what I had to offer a world of people who gave me so much.

There sits the child before the master

He quivers and shivers and foretells disaster

But the master smiles and folds his legs

He laughs and pats the child's shoulder

He knows not the specifics of the outcome

But he knows the process and knows the way

He knows that no matter what

All will be well at the end of the day

But the child's fear shows him

That there exists something

Which is not rosy and lovely and plum-coloured and everything

There exists a force which causes fear and anger and pain within

It is a force that cannot be denied

Some have called it the devil

Some have called it evil

Others have called it darkness

And others have called it the ego

As the master confronts this entity

He loses his former semblance of certainty

The entity cackles and jibes him to insanity

And he feels lost in a chaos of eternity

And just when he loses all sense of normality

He hears a sound that reminds him of his reality

It is the child's sound - a soft giggle of levity

As the child finds the entity's wicked efforts to be utter comedy

And in all honesty

He knows that the darkness has one destiny

It has one purpose written in its' personality

It is the purpose of being transformed into something utterly lovely

And thus the master is reminded of his truth and power

By the child's innocent disregard of what the master saw as sour

So the child is the master's master

And in one they are but a form that blossoms faster and faster