CurerA 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 ravincauseReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 7, 2011 Last Updated on June 7, 2011 AuthorravincauseNorwood, CanadaAboutI 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..Writing
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