Mrs. Javoru
Behind Wodzisław, towards Raciborz, there is an alley, at the end of which stands Jawor entwined by the war, beside the barrier of God's Passion.
As Sobieski was driving to Vienna, he was resting in the shade of a young tree.
Old Man Jojkov lived in the village.
When she fed the hens, they dragged her out of the shack, for the King, not for victory, but for his wife he missed. The crossed rainbow seen in the sky was not a good omen. She might have said they'd never meet again.
She performed the ritual, cut off the strand in the back of his head, put it in the hive, asked Saint Mokosha to bring love and hand over the amulet.
When he fell asleep, the soul sat on the field, joined with the Polar Star and the Pleiades, in their luster he saw Mary in a white dress. He ran up to him, hugged, kissed. They were devoted to the delights of the Swan constellation under Jawor. They mixed their earthly-spiritual essences with roots.
When he got up, the amulet disappeared! In the letter, he asked his wife if she remembered those moments. She wrote: “I keep reasoning about the star systems, seen in my sleep, not in my sleep. There were 2 women next to me- Saint Mokos and Saint Leda, who guarded our love. I don't know if it's a mara or truly you, my dear, I met you...”
As he returned, Jojkova's granddaughter, like in a maligna, spoke of the saints and that she had snuck into the Queen's dream to seduce the Lion of Lechistan. And she was beautiful, she was stable.
They both dreamt the same dream. She was Mary and Mary was Mary.
The village ran her bare and put her in a car with a part of shit, headed for Raciborz to find her place in the shelter.
The old woman must have been burned? No way! 7 years later, she avenged her granddaughter from beyond the grave.
* Oh, yeah *
Mokosz and Leda are saints who will always aid a woman. I make 80s, I survived the Germans, the commune and the present times.
We're inactive going to Jawor for the Mayans. The grandchild believes nothing, laughs at me as an old female worshiping the old Goddess, not as he did, any cultural studies.
The sun sets over the village , our singing ends , I look at Jawor , Me , The Guardian of Mystery and The 1 who has been mentioning it since Vienna times .
I am Jojkova, average Woman, Mother, Grandmother, grandma and Knower.
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