The Healer
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.
Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009
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