In hush of twilight’s gentle fold,
Where whispers of the cosmos unfold,
A dance begins with threads unseen,
A ballet of light, serene and keen.
Energy flows in an ancient stream,
Beyond the touch, beyond the dream,
Through hands that hold the sacred art,
A balm for the weary, mending heart.
Vibrations hum, a soothing song,
Where fractured spirits, weak or strong,
Find solace in the sacred tide,
With every pulse, a truth to guide.
A breath, a touch, a silent plea,
Unveils the heart’s own symphony,
The soul’s deep ache, the mind’s unrest,
Healed in the arms of a quiet quest.
Chakras spin in hues of light,
Aligning wrongs, restoring right,
In the quiet hum of healing grace,
A tender warmth, a soft embrace.
The energy flows like rivers wide,
In every crack, a love inside,
Restoring what was once concealed,
In every moment, life is healed.
So let the magic gently stream,
Through every cell, in every dream,
For in this dance of light and love,
We touch the stars, the skies above.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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