Laying hands
Faraway lands
The times of gone before
The lore of what appeased us
What teases us
The spell of hell etched in your veins
To bring out the pains
The aches of heartbreaks
The suppressive shakes
The broken haze
As the energy speaks it sinks into each vessel
It flows from high the source sky
The energy releasing into the body
To clear
As the tears pour out
and
down
The heaviness takes a lighter tone
And the men women and souls from now and before and who we have felt to be before find more peace
To release
What has been and gone before
And breathe
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 7:20 AM UTC
Laying hands
Faraway lands
The times of gone before
The lore of what appeased us
What teases us
The spell of hell etched in your veins
To bring out the pains
The aches of heartbreaks
The suppressive shakes
The broken haze
As the energy speaks it sinks into each vessel
It flows from high the source sky
The energy releasing into the body
To clear
As the tears pour out
and
down
The heaviness takes a lighter tone
And the men women and souls from now and before and who we have felt to be before find more peace
To release
What has been and gone before
And breathe
In ode to reiki healing
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