My Lady taught me life.
My Lady taught me love.
My Lady taught me to be
myself.
She feels.
She feels.
She feels.
Deep, deep,
like a bear’s bite,
she feels.
My Lady sings old juke box songs
and drinks white wine in the afternoon.
When she drinks white wine
she talks like a bulldozer . . .
or a bear.
In a forest
or a prison . . .
My Lady hangs
mirrors in our house,
magic mirrors
blazing out
eternity.
My Lady’s name is Grace.
She walks along behind the tide,
throwing stranded starfish
back into the water.
She talks with clams
before she cooks them.
She’s kind that way.
I think I’ll stick around
and light her fires.
Deep, deep,
like a bear’s bite . . .
My Lady taught me life.
My Lady taught me love.
My Lady taught me to be
myself.
A bear
runs through
her dreams.
Deep, deep,
like a bear’s bite . . .
Laughter,
my Lady’s laughter,
shapes the universe.
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Laughter,
my Lady’s laughter,
shapes the universe.Love laughter.
Bear’s laughter.
Magic mirrors,
she hangs magic mirrors
in our house.
She talks with clams . . .
Love laughter.
Bear’s laughter.
A bear runs
through her dreams
eating mother, father,
sister and brother,
all except My Lady.
Do not
leave me,
says the bear.
Magic mirrors,
magic mirrors
do not lie.
Love laughter.
Bear’s laughter.
My Lady sings
old juke box songs . . .
Do not leave me,
says the bear.
My Lady’s Hexagram
is K’un, The Receptive.
She would flourish
in a forest or a prison,
in a castle or a desert.
She receives life
wherever she is.
Magic mirrors
blazing out
eternity.
My Lady’s name is Grace. |
