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.



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