In the quiet hum of the still, soft air,
A whisper of light, a flicker of care,
Hands that hover, a touch so light,
Channeling warmth through the fabric of night.
Energy flows like a river unseen,
Vibrations dancing where silence has been,
A pulse, a wave, a gentle release,
A bridge to the body’s own inner peace.
Each breath is a promise, a promise to heal,
The shifting of energy, the touch that feels real,
From the depths of the heart, the soul starts to glow,
As currents of light through the body do flow.
Ancient wisdom, both subtle and wise,
Lifting the veil, clearing the skies,
In stillness, a miracle, softly it grows—
The healing that only the spirit knows.
The hands may not see, but the heart knows the way,
Guiding the body where peace can stay,
With every session, a new path is laid,
A tapestry woven where the soul’s fears fade.
In the magic of healing, there’s nothing to prove—
Just trust in the rhythm, and the energy’s move.
A dance with the unseen, a touch that is true,
The power of healing, both old and new.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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Wonderfully meaningful, Brenda!