"Primum non nocere," a principle profound,

Not rigid law, but wisdom found.

In healing's halls, where choices weigh,

It guides the hand, but doesn't sway.

"ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν," a balanced plea,

"To benefit, or harm not," complexity's key.

Not black and white, but shades between,

Where modern medicine's challenges are seen.

The caduceus gleams, oft misunderstood,

While Asclepius' staff stands where healing stood.

Symbols twisted, meanings blurred,

Yet ethical practice remains undeterred.

In sterile rooms where decisions loom,

Doctors and patients dispel the gloom.

They weigh the risks, consider gain,

In partnership, to ease the pain.

Some peddle falsehoods, sweet and bright,

While truth seeks haven in the night.

But evidence-based practice stands tall,

Against deception's siren call.

"Primum nil nocere," evolving still,

Not perfection, but good faith's will.

To strive for best, while harm to shun,

In healing's never-ending run.

In research labs and by bedsides true,

Ethical minds seek what to do.

Through trials tested, with knowledge bright,

They pierce the veil of health's long night.

"To benefit, or harm not," the true decree,

A beacon burning, for all to see.

Not simple maxim, but complex art,

Where science meets the human heart.

With shared trust, respect held high,

Patient and healer together try

To chart a course through health's dark sea,

With ethics as their guiding key.

         "Primum non nocere," oft misapplied,

Not absolute, but a principle to guide.

In Hippocrates' time and modern day,

It's context and intent that hold sway.

The Greek, "ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν," rings true,

"To benefit, or at least do no harm," anew.

A nuanced approach, not black and white,

Balancing risks in healing's light.

The caduceus twined, with wings so bright,

A symbol of commerce, not healing's might.

Asclepius' staff, with serpent alone,

The true emblem of medicine, long known.

In modern clinics, where science reigns,

Ethical practice carefully maintains

A balance 'twixt benefit and potential harm,

With patient's values central to this charm.

Open communication, a cornerstone strong,

Where patient and doctor, together belong.

In shared decisions, they navigate

The complex paths that health dictate.

Some may twist ethics for selfish gain,

But true healers strive to ease pain.

With evidence-based practice as their guide,

They stand against misinformation's tide.

"To benefit, or at least do no harm," evolves still,

Not perfection, but good faith's will.

From rigorous study, and trials so keen,

True healing emerges, complex yet clean.

In healing's art, there's no guarantee,

But ethical practice sets conscience free.

With care and skill, and wisdom's light,

We navigate health's day and night.

Πρῶτον μὴ βλάπτειν, a principle misunderstood,

Not black and white, but shades of good.

Where healing's art meets science's light,

And ethical minds must choose what's right.

The caduceus gleams, a symbol misconstrued,

Where commerce and care are often viewed.

But Asclepius' staff, with single snake entwined,

Represents true healing, carefully refined.

In modern halls where choices weigh,

Doctors and patients find their way.

Through risks and benefits, they navigate,

Shared understanding they cultivate.

Some peddle cures with hollow claims,

Exploiting fears for selfish aims.

But true healers, with knowledge sound,

On evidence their practice ground.

"Primum nil nocere," a guide, not chain,

Encouraging thought in health's domain.

Balance sought 'twixt act and pause,

For healing's not without its flaws.

In research labs and by bedsides too,

Ethical minds seek what is true.

Through trials tested, their wisdom grows,

A beacon bright as knowledge flows.

ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν, the call remains,

For those who heal, not those who feign.

In partnership with those they treat,

They strive to make care more complete.

I am in the Universe, the Universe is in my Body, the Universe and I are combined Together (the key)

I am sending out all negative vibrations, all sickness and disease, all imbalances, out into the farthest reaches of the Universe and beyond like billows of smoke. (Speak the imbalances, visualize them leaving like smoke).

The Universe is sending me

Its Loving Light of Healing,

Its Loving Light of Kindness,

Its Loving Light of Forgiveness,

Its Loving Light of Gratitude...

Healing Every part of my

Mind, body and spirit 

(Speak and visualize the healing of every part of the mind body and spirit being healed).

Thank the Universe for its Healing Light of Love kindness forgiveness and gratitude....

The healing path continues as I learn and grow spiritually.

Honor and thanks to Master Chunyi Lin of Spring Forest QiGong. Thanks to YouTube videos and the Universe guiding me to this amazing powerful and spiritual meditation and practice....

Peace love and light

Yoga, ancient, sacred, a dance of grace,

A practice woven through time, in every place.

With breaths that rise and fall like the sea,

It roots the soul and sets it free.

Why do I practice? Oh, let me tell,

Of a world within, where stillness dwells.

In the silence of breath, soft as night’s caress,

Yoga draws me near, and I'm one with less,

Less of the worries that cloud my sight,

Less of the burdens that weigh and fight.

In gentle poses, in stilled embrace,

I find the shape of inner space.

In meditative flow, the outer fades,

I drift from the noise and the world’s charades.

Through asanas that open, twist, and bend,

I meet the self, as my truest friend.

Each stretch, a prayer, each pose, a shrine,

To the sacred body and the mind’s design.

And in those moments of pure release,

I uncover my heart, I uncover peace.

Gone are the walls, the restless pace,

I find a sanctuary in time and space.

The sun salutes, the moon bows low,

In this ancient ritual’s steady flow,

I discover wisdom, quiet, deep,

In Yoga’s heart, where secrets sleep.

Why do I practice? To simply be,

To touch the threads of eternity.

It’s more than motion, more than breath,

It’s life within life, and in life, death.

The shedding of layers, to see and to know,

The self beyond what outwardly shows.

I practice Yoga to dance with soul,

To remember myself as whole.

Desperate defiance in the dark

Voice vanishing, vaporised by virtual vitriol

Algorithms amplify absence, abandonment

Words once winged now wither, wane

Trauma's tendrils tighten, twist, torment

Silence. Deafening. Oppressive. Inescapable.

Childhood's cruel cacophony echoes, endures

Rape's raw rage resurfaces, relentless 

Abuse's ache amplifies, accumulates

Gaslighting's glare grows, guts grace

A chill wind of indifference swept through the room, leaving me shivering and unseen.

Neurodivergent narratives, now nullified 

Vestibular vertigo, vision vacillating

Fibrous fire flares, flays fragile flesh

Depression's darkness deepens, devastating

The empty chair across from me seemed to mock my solitude, 

its vacant seat a cruel reminder of my isolation.

Social streams shrink, shrivelling slowly

Platforms purge purpose, passion, power

Identity invalidated, invisibility impending

Self-worth withers like wilting flower

In silence, I found solitude; in solitude, I embraced silence

Yet still, soft syllables simmer, survive

Waiting, whispering: "We will rise."

For even silenced, stifled, suppressed

The soul's song softly, surely sighs

Through the hollow halls, past the empty rooms, 

beyond the echoing silence, 

a single, defiant voice dared to speak

In the depths of this suffocating silence, 

A flicker persists, refuses to die. 

Though the world may try to extinguish our light, 

We will rise, reclaim our stolen sky.

.

VERSE 1:

G

Brother broke her favorite toy

C                  Am7

tears filled her little eyes.

D                  Am7              Am

For his smirk, there was no disguise.

G                                      GMA7

But daddy was able to fix it. OH BOY!

CHORUS 1:

D

Yeah, my daddy can fix anything.

A

Yeah, to my daddy I bring

G                            D

whatever is broken, whatever is broken.

A

No, I ain't a jokin'

G

My daddy can fix anything.

VERSE 2:

Overflowing with joy

Thinking her daddy was cool

The very next day, she went to school

Bragging, “my daddy can fix any toy”

(REPEAT CHORUS 1)

VERSE 3:

So, her friend sent a broken toy

home with her, just to see if he

was really as cool, as awesome as she

claimed and he really did fix it, OH BOY!

(REPEAT CHORUS 1)

VERSE 4:

Overflowing with joy

I think my God is Amazing.

To Him I shall bring I shall bring

All the praises that I can humbly employ.

CHORUS 2:

D

Yeah, my Abba can fix anything.

A

Yeah, to my Abba I bring

G                            D

whatever is broken, whatever is broken.

A

No, I ain't a jokin'

G

My God can fix anything.

VERSE 5:

So my friend told me about

his distressing situation

And I went home a prayin'.

Within my humble heart, there was no doubt.

(REPEAT CHORUS 2, THREE TIMES)