I stand in the sacred circle,
a healer born from the earth’s deep womb,
my hands a vessel for ancient wisdom,
my heart is a river of love that blooms
In the stillness, I call forth the light,
power rising from deep within my bones,
an echo of the universe’s creation,
I heal with more than words or stones
For I am the keeper of sacred fires,
a conduit between the worlds untold,
through me flows the pulse of the divine,
through my touch, the wounded soul unfolds
I am the bridge between the sky and soil,
a healer standing firm in her grace,
holding space for the broken, the lost, the yearning,
guiding them back to their sacred place
In my power, I honor the shadows,
for the greatest truths reside in darkness
I gather them like scattered seeds,
and plant them deep in love and pride
With each breath, I reclaim my essence,
rooted, fierce, soft, and free,
a healer in her full reflection,
a force of life, eternity
I stand, not in fear, but in the knowing
that I am the medicine, the light reborn,
a sacred healer, a radiant flame,
for every heart, weathered and worn–
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