The Diva Warrior plays only One Game:
It is where the rules
Are whispered in the rustle of leaves,
By the crackle of fir needles under feet,
And cheered on
By animal eyes who see her as she really is.
As she plays she asks:
"Am I doing it like you?"
And with the snuffle of a hot whiskered nose on her cheek
Comes a gentle answer
That grants her strength from the Earth Itself
To open her mouth
And allow Voice which,
Governed by Nature On(e)ly
Humors her to think she is playing It,
Great Mother as She is,
is really playing her.