ReikiA Poem by Sharon KinsellaHealing, art, warmth - trying to convey my experience.
Her soft voice assured me that her hands would help me,
I lay on the table, every need attended to, A pillow here A cover there, She made this broken woman feel cozy and safe. She lay her hands upon my head and myclosed eyes set up with the third to vision. Through my closed eyes I could see the dropped ceiling, which was strange and kind of interesting. When her hands reached my shoulder I started seeing the small purple bubbles, As if they were drawn by her impossibly warm hands. They traveled to different spots on my body and things began to gently shift and drift in peace within me. By the time she reached my right thigh and hip, I could swear there was another of her hands on my foot. A river of sweet surrender and burst of red and purple colors started flowing through me, As if I was moving to the ocean to be with the tides of time. As she moved up me, my poor raisin liver cried out to leave her alone, I had to tell Lady Liver that she was not the boss of me and she would open herself to the warmth of change that was emerging from the hands of this soothing woman who loved my body alive. Deep within me I heard my muscles singing in sweet release of their torturous diseased captors. This woman has the key to the power of me which gives power to her as my blessing in return. This gift to my body beyond words or music But my gratitude flows over as my energy abounds. Thank you Wizard Woman for your gifts, my road glitter and hum sweet tunes. © 2010 Sharon KinsellaReviews
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6 Reviews Added on December 6, 2010 Last Updated on December 6, 2010 AuthorSharon Kinsellalakewood, OHAboutRadical, lesbian, wise old woman, mom, feminist and a goddess. more..Writing
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