What a Gift

Right hand on left Left hand quietly jumping With each beat of my heart Chaos swirling abound I craved grounding in the physical The warmth melts me The pulse resonates through my hands And like cursive embedded in every fold It reminds me what a gift it is To exist Mind quiet now Same hands…

The Healer

Tell me you are seeking a healer And I will send you back to yourself The healer within me Is merely a stage Upon it, a teacher Only orchestrating the divine meeting Of the healer within you Do not call me a healer Unless you can tell me How to bottle up this forest air…