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| On the Blessed
Day in June
The eagle heard the lone wolf's howl. As it echoed from the mountain tops Into her innermost self, She quested after the call. Knowing the cry was to her She screamed in response. When she finally located the wolf She circled and landed at her side. Amazed, she looked into the wolf's eyes: Seeing the spirit of bayadere. "Come to me, My Love," Cried the wolf "I have awaited your return." The eagle accepted the truth. The eagle and the wolf changed Into their human forms. They embraced In ubiquitous recognition; They joined hands Giving to receiving; And thrice around the fire, They stepped the steps of the bayadere: They gave thanks to the Mother For rejoining their souls. 6/21/98 |
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