The Tamer

The Tamer

A Poem by Gilad Levanon
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Sunday afternoon ramblings...

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The tamer
He rides
The tamer
She strides

She sings the susurrus
Back into balance
She dances the rhythm
Back into harmony

He plays the manipulator's harp
With the guidance of the manipulated's heart
He whistles to the wind
And chuckles to the river
She smiles at the sun
And gazes at the moon

They suffer nothing
Under the whispers of love
They mourn nothing
Under the songs from above
They lament nothing
Under the words from below
They endure nothing
Under the melody which they bestow

She is strength
Lacking avaricious power
He is honour
Lacking arrogant glory

They are servants of their deepest knowing
They are riders of the river flowing
We are deliverers of our highest understanding
We are sailors on truth's purest landing

© 2012 Gilad Levanon


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You tell this like an Iron Maiden Song and that is a nice skill, nice emotions and does not lack for interest.

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Added on March 4, 2012
Last Updated on October 26, 2012
Tags: nature, wilderness, beauty, spirit, music, melody, harmony, art, love, creativity, ayahuasca, shamanism

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Gilad Levanon
Gilad Levanon

South Africa



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