Butterflies in her hair

I knew a woman who carried

All the butterflies of Canada

In her hair;

 

She would dance in the forest

naked , a nymph without any

thought of sin;

 

She drew a circle in the dirt and sat

for four days and nights chanting

a new world into existence;

 

Her butterflies made her hair

glow in the night like a beacon

of light, succour to the needy.

 

The people in the area called

her the Butterfly Lady of Compassion.

 

And the sun smiled, and the moon danced,

and the night was a starry, starry night

of crazy Vincent lost in Arles.

 

I knew a woman who carried

all the butterflies of  Canada

in her hair.

 

She’s gone to Mexico

and I’ve gone to W Tree

to chant songs to Tara

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