In the depths of healing, as Monkey I stand,
With a mission to guide, a helping hand.
A quest unfolds to mend body and mind,
Through the power of correction, harmony we find.
With grace and compassion, I embark on this quest,
To restore what's broken, to bring peace and rest.
In the temple of body, whispers of care,
My touch brings solace, a remedy rare.
Through tender movements, tensions unwind,
In the dance of correction, balance we find.
With skilled precision, I mend and align,
Body and mind, in harmony divine.
But the healing extends beyond the flesh,
Into the labyrinth of thoughts, I delve afresh.
With words as my guide, I untangle the mind,
Unlocking serenity, leaving darkness behind.
In the world of correction, I nurture growth,
Embracing fears, fostering inner truth.
Transforming wounds into lessons learned,
Wisdom emerges, the soul becomes adorned.
For as Monkey, I understand the art,
Of healing the body, healing the heart.
Through compassion and patience, I bridge the divide,
Restoring wholeness, making spirits glide.
Body and mind, inseparable as one,
In my care, the healing has just begun.
With each correction, we take a step toward grace,
Creating a sacred space, a peaceful embrace.
So let the healing unfold, guided by Monkey's touch,
A symphony of correction, bringing wellness as such.
In the world of body and mind, I express my art,
As Monkey, the healer, bringing healing from the heart.