I place my hand upon your body, it tells a story.
I know you, I feel your spirit.
It speaks of fear, a longing, a tale. It speaks of aches deep within, scars hidden away,
maybe a lost child, maybe a longing for your lover. It speaks. Sometimes you hear it,
sometimes it subdued by life’s needs, it keeps talking.
I feel the memories, The past, The present, The future. I see the path.
I feel the pain, the unhealed scars, the hurt, I remove it, I ask your body to heal, to be loved and whole again.
The pattern is created, a pathway of pain which should be love.
I try, I push, I stir, I hold your hand to feel the pain but choose to show you LOVE.
The darkened areas, hide the truth, you hide from. I turn on the light, I let the love in.
I See the darkness, I am not afraid, I ve lived with it, now, I choose the LIGHT, the Love, the
Highest good, the Love path.
I know you need to choose it, but the pain grabs hold of your heart and you turn away.
I know you, I know your spirit, I knew you when you first walked, the first time you breathed
in the womb, I know its hard, but choose Love, choose you because I know you.
Ive seen your tears, heard your cries, I know you want to heal because your hearts says you will.
I wait for you to see what I see, a shinning you.
A whole you.
A you so loved that you become more of you.
I know you, and I wait.