The Whisper Of Air
A poetic reflection on healing and the unseen medicine carried upon the wind.
When I speak to the whisper of air,
we know one another like twins.
She is swift,
like the quicksilver mercury of my soul.
As we journey together,
she carries me high,
and my fluid nature draws her inward
like oxygen moving through blood.
Together we become a force
impossible to hold within the hand.
She travels across unseen worlds
and returns carrying immeasurable gifts
that nourish the chambers of my mind.
The liquid nectar of healing
moves through her
like a lover’s kiss,
softly touching the fragile, weary bones
of those who have forgotten how to hear her song.
She is the medicine,
and I am the eager student,
ever willing to share the remedy.
A poultice of herbs for the soul.
An alchemy that transforms
all that has grown brittle and rusted,
crumbling into dust.
All that lives
like sharp daggers within the heart.
With her breathy voice whispers
she creates a sacred and precise sound,
woven with scripture,
sealing each wound gently with love.
As we travel together, there is no place for pride.
I am forever reminded
that this gift is not mine to possess,
only to witness tenderly,
to bathe within the beauty of its unfurling.
And those shaped by suffering,
those who have curled themselves tightly around pain,
Can slowly begin to soften.
They may make new paths.
Their footsteps grow gentle
like the trembling first steps of a newborn deer,
until the ground beneath their world
becomes steady and clear.
And she
the whisper of air
is always here.
Guinevere 8:5:26
From my heart to yours,
Jeni @ Peace Of Mind Health 🤍🙏
Holistic Healing • Reflexology • Reiki • Somatic Therapy • Sound & Vibrational Healing
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