It's all falling into place

A man wondered into Friday evening's expectation
It had the feeling of a night he would never forget
It was to be a night of seven teachers
The first took on a studious role
She listened to what he had to say
- Words of wisdom you could hardly imagine! -
But politely placed each pearl aside - her frustrations were beyond such talk at this time
"Come back when I'm ready" she seemed to say

The second was attentive, as she is to all things
But least of all to her self
She oozes power and gentleness
But she cannot see the beauty around her is all of her own making
She beats around the bush

On Cockburn St the third stopped him - huge hug, jangling smile
"I've been thinking about you" she said
Pointing at her eyes then laughing at herself
"But not seeing, thinking."
She giggled down the hill

The fourth was a dustbin bag that tripped him
As he followed a sudden whim to walk backwards to look at the lights, the shops,
The sky settling into night

Outside a South Bridge takeaway sat the fifth
- comatose, curry and chips down her front -
Breathing, silent
"She'll be fine," he said "It's not puke and she's just sleeping"
Inwardly: guesing how he could be so sure

The sixth ignored him then, upon recognition, backed away giggling
"You're very powerful today" she said
"I saw you half way down the Royal Mile.
You were wearing a white woolen jumper with brown on the sleeves."
They kissed, four times, through the conversation.
"You're becoming the man in the Forest." she said "With a river, a wife and two children."
He wondered if the wife might be her and smiled at how unsurprising she had become to him

The seventh sat -reflecting on the short stroll of these lessons
Who had been seen?
Who had been thought of?
Once he had scratched and clawed for this kind of attention
But now he could not be sure that there was a him that this was happening to
Or if there was, he would not be around much longer for him to enjoy

But still there was wisdom in all of it
So why should he not speak it?
And so he began:
"There is not one perfect path our perfect selves are walking
There is only you, NOW,
Perfect and wonderful.
See! there is no catching up to be done
Enjoy your truth
Love ALL your teachers
And make sure you see me for a dance later."