Copyright © 2008 by William R. Mistele.
There comes a time when the white knight
Climbs off his mighty warhorse with burnish’d hooves
Takes off his armor, his brazen greaves and feathered helmet too,
To sit beside a still lake and simply wait
To find happiness, and yes, infinite peace inside himself
Without having first to rescue and then possess a fair maiden in distress.
Look at him! In his soul all the waters of the earth
And simple human contentment intermingle and flow—this I know.
And there comes a time when the fair maiden looks at the white knight
And decides she can pick up her sword and, for herself, fight
Her silver jewelry she exchanges for a belt of gold
And she puts on also sandals woven from golden light
And in that moment she becomes the goddess Dawn
Caressing the crests of mountains with magenta and vermillion
And she becomes the archangel of the sun
Inventing songs that light has never sung.
There is no image in the mirror you need to fear
There is no cause so holy and right you must take a bite
There is no karma, no wisdom too; there is no you
Only a vast, open space of self-existent, luminous light
The genders first learn to fight
And then they separate in the dead of night
And then they reunite as pure light
Because though their souls their opposite intermingles and flows