A synchronized union where the Two have become One, These instruments play their own tune, a spoon, a canoe, a truck, a book, a fishing hook, When Two become One, space and time disappears and the rhythm of life reappears, So forgotten it has no name, A remembering, the master reclaims.A communicative intuitive,Tells the mechanic how to listen in tune with the purr or grrr of the engine, Is it missing a beat or got too much heat? There’s no riddle in the idle of the engine, it’s a fine tuned ear that can hear, A Master at peace. The cook can tell without the bell, if the cake is ready to eat, A tap on the crust is just enough to know the dough is complete, Whilst the icing of the cake makes no mistake as she decorates,A Master-piece of cake.The paddler can read the water, It’s rippling under currents or raging torrentHer exuberant maneuverings, are in perfect sync, no time to stop and think, Masterfully riding the waves she craves. The restorer goes right back to bare metal, Turning rust into dust, by roughing and scuffing, followed by endless elbow buffing, A Masterclass at renovating the past.She’s regal whilst knitting her needles, Makes lace in the space of grace, or knits a fine cable because she is ableto cast-off any doubt; When she knits-one pearl of wisdom. No tick or tock of wasting time, Silence becomes the rule of thumb,The space that hums, It’s where it all begunAlchemy, Where passion explodes and ideas unfold. Where Breaking Bad masters his chemistry lab,and touches what others says makes him mad, but, watch him up close, the alchemy just flows, for it does not know the good from the bad.Passion is never looking for attention or even a mention, It’s a expression of divinities intention,The energy of life ignited by hands,fine tuning, pruning, dipping the spoon in, a gentle rub or a bit of scrub. The master emerges from the blood sweat and tears, endured for many years,Learning from mistakes is what it takes, to make, reflections on perfection. The Master is born!