Bear Woman


I feel alone
but am not lonely.
A grizzly at my side,
a staff of cobras in my hand,
I don the cloak of genteel
and walk among those I once knew.

They see only the illusion
of what they’ve been taught is real,
while I move between the layers of life
seeing that which no longer touches
my core of light. We are one in
unfathomable truth, but still
feel the separation of our uniqueness.

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