Waxing Poetic about Acupuncture

I started this trip with a hurt back. To alleviate the pain, I’ve been going to acupuncture — and it has worked. No pain. So...here’s my poem to the little silver needles that are making life better.

As slender as a blade of grass, as straight as a tall pine tree, as gentle as a breeze, as strong as Atlas...all tell a story of a simple gleaming silvery needle. A needle without an eye, yet when played by one who sees, an instrument that brings peace and harmony.

A tiny sliver of silver relaxes the body, stirs the soul, calms and soothes. Pores open. The muscles let down their guard.  The blood finds the natural ebb and flow of life without stress or noise or thought. The mind unfolds to its essential being. Without cognitive knowledge, healing happens. The mind becomes one with the body and soul.