The Art Of Easy Healing Poem by Sensuelle Briden
The Art Of Easy Healing
I can hear the silence; I can taste the stillness;
I have lost my license to the world of illness.
Now I'm bird, I'm flying; I'm in a right position.
There's no any lying; there's no any mission.
Any instant feeling is a perfect value;
Now my lungs are breathing; oh, my life I love you!
This bliss of conscious living will carry on forever.
The art of easy healing is a Master's level.
Stillness (silence)
Carry on
Bird
Right
Value
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