Answer:
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
What goes up but never comes down?
I'm a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.