Healing IS The Gift

Healing is the gift, not an end, but a sacred dance of self-discovery where scars become wisdom, and the alchemy of becoming unfolds.


In the tapestry of time, where threads entwine,

A whisper echoes through the corridors of the soul,

“Healing IS the gift.”

 

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Not in the distant land of resolved tomorrows,

Nor in the embrace of a coveted serenity,

Does the true essence of healing reside.

 

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Seek not the end, the predetermined conclusion,

For the magic dwells in the dance of mending,

In the rhythmic heartbeat of scars unfolding.

 

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healing process

 

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In the crucible of pain, where shadows linger,

A metamorphosis transpires, unseen yet profound,

A rebirth not coerced by the hands of urgency.

 

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Let not the healing be a means to an end,

But an alchemy of becoming, a sacred unraveling,

Where the fractures mend with the gold of self-discovery.

 

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For in the crucible of vulnerability, authenticity blooms,

A fragrant bloom, resilient and unbound,

The true gift lies not in the perfection attained,

But in the imperfect symphony of becoming.

 

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healing crystals

 

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Healing is not a transaction, a bartered exchange,

But a pilgrimage of the spirit, an inward sojourn,

Where the broken fragments coalesce into wisdom.

 

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In the tapestry of time, where threads entwine,

The gift unfolds in the sacred rhythm of healing,

A journey unburdened by the weight of destination,

For healing is the gift, the eternal bloom of the soul’s affirmation.

 

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