I was sore and needed help to work out the knots in some of my tight muscles. I had booked an appointment with a reputable ayurvedic masseur. After coming home feeling much more relaxed this poem came to mind.
Transporting RelaxingMassage
I was on the table one day,
The oil warm, the hands strong,
The music played transported me in place and time,
I know not where.
The hands intuitively finding those knots,
Those tight spots,
Working that muscle in my shoulder, my neck,
I know not where.
The hands were smooth yet strong,
I felt relaxed as my body thirsted for this relaxation,
This attention to each muscle to smooth it out,
I know not where.
My thoughts took me away to a far of place,
Where time didn’t matter,
Where place was everywhere,
I know not where.
My parched skin drank in the scented oils,
My legs, my arms, feet and hands,
All felt the strong hands as they were being massaged,
I know not where.
And then bringing me out of my reverie,
The music that so happily transported me,
I know not where.
Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio
21 February 2017