Poetry by the Seer Almine*
Two by two the animals wandered
formed by the Creator's hand
It was the final days of creation
The Creator now created man
With eager anticipation he waited
For the forming of his mate
But a dilemma was discovered:
there were but bits and piece left this late
A trace of humor could be detected
upon the Creator's face
As the first woman was fashioned
full of elegance and grace
She had the timorousness of a rabbit
The tiger's protective ferocity
The vanity of the peacock
The white dove's purity
Soft as a cygnet feather was she
Chilly as a winter's night
Elusive as a radiant butterfly
Majestic as the crane in flight
Resilient as the river reed
Warm as the sun's first rays
"The masterpiece of my creations!
Treasure her all your days"
But four days later man approached
He came with head bowed low
"Creator, she brings uncertainty,
Which way am I to go?"
She's garrulous and idle,
Always pulling the other way
I cannot understand her,
Why can't she mean what she says?"
Answered the Creator: "Go your own way if you must
But leave the woman here
Loneliness will teach you
Time will make it very clear"
But two days later man approached:
"Forgive me, but without her I cannot live
For the hand she was enchantment
Great depths of pleasure she did give.
Fragrant was she as the springtime
Full of love songs and bliss
Lotus flowers and wild roses
Were entwined in every kiss
I remember enticing glances
From the corner of her eye…"
"Enough! You are forgiven!
But know her worth is high"
When one day later, he approached,
He begged: "This union Thou ought to sever!"
With ire responded the Creator:
"You live without her? Never!"
With compassion the Creator asked the woman:
"State your wishes if you can!"
"Leave him in my hands Creator,
And I'll make of him… a man!"