Written for the "words" challenge on the 100_roadtrips LJ drabble community. The title is taken from the Tao te Ching. Betaed by Eliza.

Sanzo knows the power of words. He bears one of the sutras used in the creation of the world. He knows the power of names. He's borne his share of those too.

Now he goes by a title, and turns from a name he does not recognize, spoken by a god in whom he has no faith.

"Konzen."

"Wrong."

The name makes him think of words, of inkpots and brushes and, curiously, wildflowers, lotus blossoms. But it's not his. Even if it used to be.

"You've forgotten, but I haven't."

Non-attachment is power too.

"I'm Genjo Sanzo, and you're mistaken."

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