
In silent whispers, energy flows,
Through unseen currents, it softly grows.
A pulse of life, a steady beat,
A dance of forces, pure and sweet.
Hands that heal, with gentle grace,
Touching souls in sacred space.
Vibrations hum, a sacred sound,
In every wave, a truth is found.
The chakras spin, the breath ignites,
A spark of love that burns so bright.
Through every touch, a heart expands,
Releasing pain with tender hands.
From deep within, the light will rise,
A healing force, beyond the skies.
It moves through darkness, clears the air,
Restoring balance, calm and fair.
Passion flows, a boundless stream,
An endless well, a timeless dream.
To heal, to touch, to lift, to free,
Is to awaken what’s meant to be.
In every soul, a spark resides,
With healing hands, it spreads and glides.
The energy we give and share,
Is love that whispers everywhere.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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