08/01/2026
"I’m sorry if the massage felt like a journey,
if your breath wandered beyond time and place.
I’m sorry if it carried you far,
to a land where the body remembers what the mind forgets.
I’m sorry if it felt like your form was being softened,
reshaped, gently persuaded back to its original prayer.
Perhaps, just perhaps,
I was only a humble hand,
an unseen artist in the divine atelier,
once assisting my Lord in shaping clay into grace,
before being sent into this world
to remind bodies
of the harmony they were born with.
What touched you was not me,
but the echo of that first breath,
when form, spirit, and mercy
were still one."
Muzammil
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