Curer

Curer

A Poem by ravincause

Walking the fires,
leaning on an primordial staff of hand carved oak,
the Curer walks the middle way,
straight to the heart.
An alchemy of ancient knowledge
and modern philosophy,
she chooses the path of full resistance
tempering herself
to the finest mettle.
Transmutation secured,
she masters the thresholds,
with a fusion of initiation and grace.
Holding the doorways open,
she performs a tantric dance of heightened consciousness
where temperance transforms
visceral to ethereal
and back into being.

© 2011 ravincause


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A person to respect, not only a healer but a carrier of ancient knowledge. I'd like to meet a woman such as her.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It can be about whatever you like, but I was writing about an older woman who is a healer and a shapeshifter. There are some amazing people sharing this planet!

Posted 13 Years Ago


is it about exorcism??????????


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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ravincause
ravincause

Norwood, Canada



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I am a dreamer dreaming life wonders to create dancing to the melodies the heavens orchestrate. Well, I just am. Present. Now. Am. I enjoy life this way. It's a fun place to be, living here on .. more..

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