To you, my brother, this I need to tell:
Your choosing Maike just as you set free
The shepherd doggess Looka from her hell,
Gehenna Creek, was synchronicity.
I grasped it when, while musing on your fate
Alone within a sacred space one night,
I met a jackal howling for his mate
And knew at once your heart had reckoned right:
For as I stood there honoured, bowed and still,
In spirit of a true Shawnee or Sioux,
I saw good Looka her great task fulfill
And, like some goddess, guide your love to you.
Hallelooka!
Jerusalem
26 March 2009