The body aches, the spirit bleeds, A wounded soul, with unmet needs. But deeper still, a yearning lies, For healing touch, from loving skies.

A gentle hand, a whispered prayer, Release the weight, of burdens rare. Through energy unseen, yet felt, A soothing balm, where wounds have dwelt.

The mind untangles, knots untie, As peace descends, from realms on high. Forgiveness flows, a cleansing stream, Washing away, the troubled dream.

The heart expands, with love’s embrace, Finding solace, in sacred space. Where shadows fade, and light ignites, A radiant glow, the soul invites.

Through ancient wisdom, softly shared, The spirit mends, the body spared. With chakras aligned, and energy clear, A vibrant life, begins to appear.

The healer’s touch, a sacred art, To mend the fragments, torn apart. A journey inward, to reclaim, The wholeness lost, in life’s rough game.

So let the healing power flow, Through every cell, and spirit know, That grace abounds, and love restores, On wings of peace, forevermore.