Tag: Heart Gong
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Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com In the realm where words fall short,
A language known to heart and soul,
It’s the power of touch that tells a tale,
A symphony of emotions to unfold.
With fingertips, a gentle caress,
A healing balm, a soothing grace,
A touch can mend what words can’t reach,
Embracing wounds, leaving no trace.
It bridges gaps, connects the lost,
A tender gesture, a guiding light,
A touch can speak without a sound,
And make the darkest day turn bright.
It speaks of love, of warmth and care,
A hug that says “You’re not alone”,
A hand to hold in times of fear,
A touch that makes a house a home.
In laughter, tears, or silent pain,
A touch can speak volumes untold,
For in its gentle, empathetic grip,
Lies a power that can heal and mold.
So let us cherish this gift we share,
The magic that our hands can do,
For in the power of touch we find,
A language that speaks straight to the truth.
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Photo by mododeolhar on Pexels.com In whispers soft, a gentle touch,
A symphony of love and such,
Caressing like a summer breeze,
A moment cherished, hearts at ease.With fingertips like feathers light,
Caressing skin, igniting bright,
A tender warmth, a gentle glow,
A language only lovers know.Through fingertips, emotions flow,
Expressing more than words can show,
A touch that heals, a touch that mends,
A touch that finds where pain transcends.In moments still, where time stands still,
A gentle touch can truly thrill,
A connection formed, souls entwined,
A touch that leaves no heart behind.So let us seek, with open hearts,
The power of a touch that imparts,
A love that’s gentle, pure and true,
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Photo by Jure u0160iriu0107 on Pexels.com In the quiet moments, I find solace deep,
A gentle touch, a promise to keep.
With tender whispers, I calm my soul,
Embracing self-love, making myself whole.
I let go of judgments, release all doubt,
Treating myself kindly, without any clout.
I am a vessel of love, a captive of grace,
Nurturing my spirit, finding my own pace.
Gentle with myself, I let healing flow,
Allowing wounds to mend, letting them go.
For in the gentle touch of my own hand,
I discover strength, where I once couldn’t stand.
With each breath, I breathe in peace and trust,
Embracing self-compassion, a must.
I cherish my flaws, my imperfections too,
For in gentleness, I find growth anew.
So I shall be kind, patient, and true,
To the one who is me, in all that I do.
For in gentleness, I find my inner wealth,
A harmony with myself, my truest self.
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Photo by Irina Demyanovskikh on Pexels.com In realms beyond this mortal plane,
Where ethereal beauty knows no reign,
There dwells a goddess, radiant and bold,
A tapestry of stories yet untold.
Her eyes, twin stars that light the way,
Guiding lost souls through night and day,
With every glance, a universe unfurls,
As she weaves destinies with golden swirls.
Her voice, the melody of celestial spheres,
Whispering secrets only the heart hears,
A symphony of love and strength combined,
Her words an elixir for the weary mind.
Her touch, a gentle breeze upon the skin,
A healing balm for wounds deep within,
She soothes the ache, brings solace to despair,
A tender embrace, a love beyond compare.
In ancient tales, her name is sung,
In every culture, her praises are rung,
For she is the goddess, divine and true,
A symbol of grace, in all that we pursue.
So let us honor her, both near and far,
With gratitude and reverence, like a shining star,
For she is the embodiment of love’s embrace,
The eternal goddess, in every time and place.
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Hello and welcome to this meditation. This is to be listened to at the end of the day.
The Harmonious Sound Journey 