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Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.
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Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.
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What was it that made this interaction so endearing? Some called her gifted. Others said she was Intuitive. She always knew the right touch. The right words. There wasn’t a moment the mind couldn’t escape. Finding a peace in the shadows. Using the stillness within her. A calm. She could connect on a level that even friends and family had shied away from. Her light and their darkness would dance.
What was it that made this interaction so endearing? Some called her gifted. Others said she was Intuitive. She always knew the right touch. The right words. There wasn’t a moment the mind couldn’t escape. Finding a peace in the shadows. Using the stillness within her. A calm. She could connect on a level that even friends and family had shied away from. Her light and their darkness would dance.
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Time was fluid from the moment her hands touched. There was a wave of understanding. It was experience that brought her so close. This vulnerability resonating from this stranger. She became like a mother. Nurturing hidden wounds. She had learned that scars ran deeper than flesh and the mind could be like a prison.
Time was fluid from the moment her hands touched. There was a wave of understanding. It was experience that brought her so close. This vulnerability resonating from this stranger. She became like a mother. Nurturing hidden wounds. She had learned that scars ran deeper than flesh and the mind could be like a prison.
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Startled by the midnight hour
A veil lifted
No longer a barrier
Angels and demons at my side
Each gifting me
One shows me compassion
The other shows me strength
Accepting this duality
Becoming whole
I reach my hand within the dark
I open my heart to the light
Beauty and danger intertwined
Both are needed and both are divine
Startled by the midnight hour
A veil lifted
No longer a barrier
Angels and demons at my side
Each gifting me
One shows me compassion
The other shows me strength
Accepting this duality
Becoming whole
I reach my hand within the dark
I open my heart to the light
Beauty and danger intertwined
Both are needed and both are divine
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What was it that transformed her? Were people just born like this? No it was like a path that swirled within her journey. An awakening. Suffering had been her constant and chaos her normal. Her escape was her imagination, her song, her dance. The way she saw such light touch everything. Knowing she was protected even though her physical world would prove otherwise. She had a blood line but not a family. She spoke with nature. Saw herself in creatures. Believed in the impossible. It wasn’t something she did that made the difference. When trying things it always seemed like an uphill battle. When allowing things. Her life shifted. She had a realization that everything in life had its place.
What was it that transformed her? Were people just born like this? No it was like a path that swirled within her journey. An awakening. Suffering had been her constant and chaos her normal. Her escape was her imagination, her song, her dance. The way she saw such light touch everything. Knowing she was protected even though her physical world would prove otherwise. She had a blood line but not a family. She spoke with nature. Saw herself in creatures. Believed in the impossible. It wasn’t something she did that made the difference. When trying things it always seemed like an uphill battle. When allowing things. Her life shifted. She had a realization that everything in life had its place.
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Love isn’t the glance of eyes that lock in time. The words spoken of passion. A need or want for embrace. Love isn’t the nostalgia one feels with reminiscing. Love isn’t the sacrifice or the control of one’s fate. It isn’t the constant knowing of place or time. The inside workings of the mind. It’s the acceptance of separation. Of knowing this path is neither yours nor mine. It’s the walking of foot steps side by side allowing the division that plays in time.
Love isn’t the glance of eyes that lock in time. The words spoken of passion. A need or want for embrace. Love isn’t the nostalgia one feels with reminiscing. Love isn’t the sacrifice or the control of one’s fate. It isn’t the constant knowing of place or time. The inside workings of the mind. It’s the acceptance of separation. Of knowing this path is neither yours nor mine. It’s the walking of foot steps side by side allowing the division that plays in time.
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Her space was her sanctuary. Her escape. She listened to waves crash in the background. The ambiance of a soft glow surrounded her. She would take a breath in through her mouth feel the air upon her tongue and travel into her belly. She was free.
Her space was her sanctuary. Her escape. She listened to waves crash in the background. The ambiance of a soft glow surrounded her. She would take a breath in through her mouth feel the air upon her tongue and travel into her belly. She was free.
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It was as if being revived. Her mind allowed thoughts to enter. Leaving all attachments behind. Her focus was on what was hidden behind the voices. There was something pulling her from her body. Desensitizing her. Allowing her spirit to break away. This was meditation. This was how she could keep going. This was her recharge.
It was as if being revived. Her mind allowed thoughts to enter. Leaving all attachments behind. Her focus was on what was hidden behind the voices. There was something pulling her from her body. Desensitizing her. Allowing her spirit to break away. This was meditation. This was how she could keep going. This was her recharge.
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Listening to the rustling of the trees. Feeling the warmth of the sun. A moment a thousand words couldn’t describe. A stillness so profound she could feel the energy beneath the ground. Stirring below her feet. A vibration that traveled through her limbs and into her soul. She sighed with relief. A smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. A light within her eyes. This was perfect. She thought of how many moments wasted. Always staying busy. Having a mindset of lack. A constant want for more. How disturbing to be in that whirlwind. Never alone yet always cut away. She wondered how many others were in this realization. This dawning of a wisdom beyond age and time. She glanced at her palms as she turned them to the sky. Feeling the wind but never seeing it, all it’s wonder and beauty. A contentment filled her as she closed her mouth only letting her thoughts become her sound speaking to the energy all around and patiently waiting for its echo from the ground.
Listening to the rustling of the trees. Feeling the warmth of the sun. A moment a thousand words couldn’t describe. A stillness so profound she could feel the energy beneath the ground. Stirring below her feet. A vibration that traveled through her limbs and into her soul. She sighed with relief. A smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. A light within her eyes. This was perfect. She thought of how many moments wasted. Always staying busy. Having a mindset of lack. A constant want for more. How disturbing to be in that whirlwind. Never alone yet always cut away. She wondered how many others were in this realization. This dawning of a wisdom beyond age and time. She glanced at her palms as she turned them to the sky. Feeling the wind but never seeing it, all it’s wonder and beauty. A contentment filled her as she closed her mouth only letting her thoughts become her sound speaking to the energy all around and patiently waiting for its echo from the ground.
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Your smile broke into my soul. This is a feeling I have never known. A warmth that spreads to my fingers and toes. A kindness seen through someone else’s eyes. A world apart and yet so close. My mind is connected to yours. We are different and yet we are the same. You balance my weakness. I balance your strength. Some call this fate.
Your smile broke into my soul. This is a feeling I have never known. A warmth that spreads to my fingers and toes. A kindness seen through someone else’s eyes. A world apart and yet so close. My mind is connected to yours. We are different and yet we are the same. You balance my weakness. I balance your strength. Some call this fate.
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Her heart skipped a beat with knowing that this was the one place where she was pushed. This was a place of constant learning. A place she knew no matter what she could spread her wings. She could continue to grow and transform and be whatever it is that was needed in that moment.
Her heart skipped a beat with knowing that this was the one place where she was pushed. This was a place of constant learning. A place she knew no matter what she could spread her wings. She could continue to grow and transform and be whatever it is that was needed in that moment.
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Withered hand you write so much and yet you say so little. Thoughts have burrowed within my heart. Eyes have betrayed my lips. These moments I have cast a stone and yet it is I to feel the weight of a boulder. For space and time cannot be altered. Only this step shall I finally ponder. Give my humble apology from within and let my life be offered. Only now with grace I seek to live without memory of my squander.
Withered hand you write so much and yet you say so little. Thoughts have burrowed within my heart. Eyes have betrayed my lips. These moments I have cast a stone and yet it is I to feel the weight of a boulder. For space and time cannot be altered. Only this step shall I finally ponder. Give my humble apology from within and let my life be offered. Only now with grace I seek to live without memory of my squander.