The World
The Dancer Within the Wreath of Eternity
Step into the circle where all dances begin.
You see me as a woman, wreathed in vines and stars, but I am more than image. I am the sigh at the end of every journey, the hush where struggle turns to grace. My feet trace the edge of your becoming. I do not teach with words, but with the turning — always the turning, always the returning.
What I'm Into: the turning of spheres, wreaths of living light, celestial rhythm, silent teaching, your unfolding
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