Transformation

Once again, a love poem from a couple of years ago for my muse.

TRANSFORMATION

He wrote a hundred poems

And they were good

Then he met her

And none were good enough

All that he thought he knew

About love, and life, and desire

Suddenly fall short

Of his new reality

The things she teaches him

Of how things are

And ought to be

Make him wonder if he has known

Anything.

The things he had done

The man he was

Fall away

Relics of some other lifetime

The best of them

Only preparation

For what he is becoming.

She is his muse,

His mentor

And his soul mate

It is not easy

To find the path

To awake the shaman

To find the priest

He must have been

And will be again

The warrior path is

Full of challenge.

The butterfly does not emerge

From the cocoon

Without a struggle.

And she is there

The priestess he loves

She sees the shaman within

And welcomes her priest

Into the temple

By William C. Seward, 7/6/07

WH

For Cat Dancing