The Healing Grounds

There are holy places of healing, you know
Hallowed to the heart, sacred to the soul
And how we get there, heaven knows.

But to see this harbinger of peace
When it lies so softly at your feet
Shows understanding within reach

Love, only masters know this kind
So rich, the drink of fleshly wine
I’m in a field that has no time

No boundaries
Borders
Bars
Or inmates
Only love
and life
and soul mates

We chose so then, to cross the stars
to find the wounds which left the scares
and fix them in those magik hours

Let it be a kiss or touch
or anything that moves so much
of the energy that soothes as such.

The right to health is ours.

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