Gentle Touch of Yoni to Heal Trauma and Post Traumatic Stress

Sacred Yoni

Gentle Touch of Yoni to Heal Trauma and Post Traumatic Stress

In the quiet embrace of dawn,

where shadows surrender to light,

a soft whisper rises,

the gentle touch of yoni,

a sacred space,

woven in the rhythms of healing. 

With each breath,

we cradle the grief,

the layers of silence,

the echoes of what once was,

drawing warmth from the earth,

finding solace in the marrow

of tender vulnerability. 

It speaks of lost innocence,

of battles fought in solitude,

the heart, a warrior,

wrapped in layers of stillness,

wounded yet brave,

navigating through the fog

of a thousand unvoiced fears. 

Radiance flows,

a river of acceptance,

where trauma transforms,

the delicate skin of existence

quivers like autumn leaves,

whispering secrets to the breeze,

unraveling the knots

that bind us to the past. 

Here, in the embrace of softness,

we invite the light,

as fingers trace the contours of self,

finding grace in the unfurling,

the blooming of petals,

where silence finds its sound,

and pain begins to dissolve,

melding with the air,

the essence of release. 

The warm pulse of the universe

courses through the veins,

a heartbeat, a promise,

that healing is not linear,

but a dance with the divine,

as shadows learn to dance

under the sun's watchful gaze,

suspended in time,

each moment a breath,

each breath a step forward. 

In the cocoon of this softness,

we weave stories untold,

etching the journey in fragrant oils,

painting our skin with love,

where memory becomes a balm,

and the past,

a gentle guide into the light,

showing us how to rise,

how to embrace the wholeness,

the tender tapestry of being. 

The yoni sings a song of healing,

a lullaby for restless souls,

inviting the chaos to rest,

where harmony finds a place,

and the spirit learns to trust,

to step into the warmth of self,

softly, patiently,

with each caress of understanding,

mapping the territories of joy,

over the scars that tell our truth. 

So let us gather the fragments,

the pieces that shimmer in the light,

and cradle them,

for in their essence lies strength,

the gentle touch of yoni,

our guide, our healer,

leading us home,

to the sanctuary within,

where healing flows like water,

and trauma transforms into grace,

a celebration of life anew,

bearing witness to the beauty

that resides in the journey.