He was a bad cheating man

His heart was heavy for her

People just couldn’t understand

He’d say “we all make mistakes that’s for sure”

He told all that he loved his lover even in strife

Denied he lived for another kind of life

Took his time to plan his escape

Ran away and enacted a plan

He failed to understand his fate

Rooted and bound like the whispering pine is to the land

He whispered at night of things to come

Wallowing in self-pity he raised his arms and cried to the sun

Left his mate for a wild elf like woman that none could tame or have

An obsessed journey from an unraveling mind

A journey to the wilderness to pray before the golden calf

Prostrated worship to the staff of time

Soon he would abandon his love for material things

Threw away gold and jewels and diamond studded rings

His affair with her quickly filled his soul

Little things, big things, wondrous truths from long ago

These secret truths was his ultimate goal

Something other than wasted time he wanted to show

Still his jilted lover fought for her namesake

That tempting lover she refused her man to take

Her love tainted by the mistress’s grasp

Rumors of morality swim in doubt

A man with divided loyalties cannot last

The battle between two loves in its final bout

The Bhagavad Gita speaks of a balance man must achieve

Balance between lover and nature she taught him to believe

With a tender hand she had raised him from primitive man

Male and female, two lovers they were meant to be

Brought them forth from destiny to the promised land

A partnership that our great mother Gaia was glad to see

Finally the affair between her and him came to an end

And he realized that his lover was truly his friend.

To his lover he gave his soul once again

He let his obsessed love with Gaia slip into the past

It was his love of his lover he wished to mend

The balance between two lovers was reached at last

A simple state of being that was as pure as the whitest snow

The strength of his love for both he now felt compelled to show

Now we approach the end of this ancient tale

Of a bad man made to be good

A twisting and turning, churning and burning love would prevail

The balance between both he now fully understood

During the beauty of that early spring day

A love equal to both he finally gave away