The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Center's Master

A wandering Bastard, without map or bearings
You hear a soothing Servant, kind and caring:

"Out there is Chaos. Here's a Center
Into its calming Order, enter"

There your Servant plays the Center's Master
Until you see he's just another Bastard...

You'll never find the Center, so just be it
When you look from it, you cannot see it

But know this: every lost and wandering Bastard
looks from it, too, and is your Center's Master

Love to All

John O.

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