Sacrum, Opening to Healing
In the quiet cradle of dawn,
where the earth breathes softly,
the sacrum awakens,
a bridge between body and spirit,
a sacred promise held in the curve of bones,
firm yet gentle, with stories untold.
Like roots reaching deep into the soil,
seeking the warmth of the sun,
my pelvis opens,
unclenching the armor of years,
the whispered weights of worry and doubt,
dissolving like mist under the morning light.
Here, in this sacred space,
the whispers of healing begin,
as the soft drumbeat of my heart
echoes deep within,
turning anguish into melody,
transforming the sorrow into song.
Breath flows like rivers,
winding through valleys of tension,
gathering the scattered fragments,
nurturing a wildflower within,
where resilience blooms, vibrant and fierce,
each petal a testament to survival.
Time unfurls like frayed ribbons,
woven with memories and dreams,
and I sit in stillness,
as the universe cradles my being,
reminding me of the power in vulnerability,
of beauty found in opening wide.
Sacrum opening,
a gateway to the ancient stories,
where ancestors whisper their wisdom,
and the earth sings a lullaby of release,
a soft embrace that cradles my spirit,
the dance of healing spiraling through.
Every layer shed,
each fear unraveling,
like threads pulled from an old tapestry,
revealing the vibrant core,
the essence that connects us all,
a thread of gold, luminous and true.
In this sacred act of surrender,
I invite the light to flow,
to wash through my bones,
filling the spaces once heavy with burden,
nurturing the tender roots,
allowing love to blossom unrestrained.
The dance continues,
as my body finds its rhythm,
rooted in the earth’s gentle heartbeat,
and I rise,
like a sunrise unfurling across the sky,
each moment a brushstroke
on the canvas of my soul.
With each breath, I draw in healing,
with each exhale, I release the past,
the sacrum a sacred compass,
guiding me toward wholeness,
each ache a reminder of life’s texture,
each sigh a step closer to freedom.
Here in the stillness,
the world holds its breath,
listening to the symphony of transformation,
where the opening becomes an invitation,
a call to embrace the journey,
to dance with light and shadow alike.
And in this space of unfolding,
I find the courage to be soft,
to be alive in the ebb and flow,
where healing is not a destination,
but a sacred loop of becoming,
an ever-turning wheel of grace.
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