Donna Quixote and Sancha Panza

Donna Quixote and Sancha Panza

Sat in a bar in Jerusalem.

The enchanted hidalgo

Peeked over

Donna's shoulder.

Sancha was hugging her beer.

The harmless windmill

Rotated above.

"I could destroy her,

You know."

"I will stand by your side."

"But I won't."

"You're too kind."

"Stay out of my fights,"-

Said Quixote.

"Train me", -

Begged Panza.

"Fight your own", -

Donna responded. 
"Be tuned and aware.

The path of vice

Is easy and smooth,

The path of truth,

With shadows looming,

Is torturous and narrow,

Strips you soul-bare,

Which one will you choose?"

"Male heroes have stumbled

In the world of polarity,

Lured by riches, detoured by ego.

Female warrior

Sensual Anima

Sees what's above

Same as below,

Strives for integrity,

Connection and peace."

Sancha looked up imploringly,

Refusing to yield.

"Neither in the life that ends,

Nor in the life that never ends,

Would I give up

Tending your wounds,

And wielding the sword by your side.

My pen is my weapon,

My words are my bullets.

I've found my own."

The windmill continued rotating,

The night was descending,

Two warriors headed out of the bar.