Juliette de Bairacli Levy
Grandmother of Herbal Medicine
by Juliette de Bairacli Levy
You shall die, and I shall die!
Take our places in the sky.
You and she, and he and I,
When the time comes, all must die.
That’s a game we would play,
Man and woman, girl and lad,
In gypsy camps far away,
Laughing times, yet passing sad.
Poppy crowns for everyone,
Red rose for the fairest one.
We would shout, King Death to come,
Laughing loudly, turn and run.
Then more the cry! Who will die?
Nor he, nor she, and not I,
Want that fearful power to fly.
We would pass the hours that way,
Bed with Gypsies by cool streams,
Golden days of dance and play,
Harp and flute and tambourines.
But poppy crowns droop and fade,
Feet grow weary, hearts afraid.
Time kills all in Gypsy Glade,
Flower and tree, man and maid.
Gone the Gypsies, every one,
All who played the Gypsy game,
Left the earth, its mirth and fun,
Starry nights and hyacinth lane.
None can play that game alone,
Thus I want to hear the cry,
Come now! Leave thy earthy home,
Join the Gypsies in the sky.
I recently watched a wonderful video where Juliette de Bairacli Levy talked about her life & travels. She also shared her feeling about the people, plants and animals that have been such a huge part of her life.
Something about her voice appealed to me and I felt connected with her her message and the wisdom she was trying to share with the world.
I highly recommend taking the time to watch it, even if you have to watch it over 3 days ( like me..haha)
Her words were powerful but her heart is what touched me
~ Barefoot Mama