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| MY BEAR MOUNTAIN LIMESTONE MARKER |
I have run with the deer
and sat with the spider web.
I have fashioned the wild flowers
into wreaths for my crown.
I have lifted my arms as wings,
flying up to the moon.
I have cried with the Phoebe
into a river of sadness.
I have led the blind
into parts unknown.
I have smelled the fresh
on ancient pure wildness.
I have shouted with joy at the beauty of Gaia.
I am filled with gladness of being the
unbelieveable crone that I am.
~~ barbara
