Holistic Coach Shana

In Bethlehem, sacred land, a prophet’s birth,
Chosen by Allah, a mission to unearth.
Prophet Jesus, in Islam’s holy girth,
A messenger of God, his divine worth.

From Mary, pure and chaste, his humble berth,
A miracle, a sign from God’s own hearth.
He spoke in cradle, showing human’s mirth,
Proclaiming his prophethood from early birth.

With miracles bestowed, he proved his might,
Healing the sick and giving blind their sight.
By God’s command, he’d make the dead take flight,
Reviving souls, a beacon shining bright.

The message he conveyed, a call to right,
To worship one true God, the endless light.
A path of love and mercy, clear and tight,
A prophet of Islam, in God’s daylight.

In later times, he’ll descend from great height,
To herald the return of justice’s light.
Prophet Jesus, in Islam’s sacred rite,
A guide for all, his message taking flight.

In Mecca’s desert, a gentle breeze did blow,
A prophet came, his heart a sacred glow.
Muhammad, peace upon him, his name we know,
The seal of prophets, God’s divine light’s flow.

A chosen one, with wisdom to bestow,
To guide the lost, to help the spirits grow.
His message clear, in Allah’s name he’d show,
The path to heaven, where pure waters flow.

With patience strong, through trials he would go,
His faith unwavering, like a steady bow.
He taught of love, compassion’s steady tow,
A beacon in the dark, a radiant rainbow.

The seal of prophets, to all the world did show,
The way to peace, where God’s pure fountains flow.
His legacy lives on, a river’s endless tow,
In hearts of those who in his teachings grow.

Krishna, divine and radiant in His grace,
A prophet of God, with a sacred trace,
He walked the earth, His message clear and bright,
Proclaiming oneness, in God’s holy light.

In tales of yore, His wisdom did unfold,
A teacher, guide, with stories to be told,
He spoke of love, devotion pure and true,
Of worshiping the One, both me and you.

With peacock feathered crown, and flute in hand,
He roamed the lands, a mystic in the sand,
His teachings echoed through the ancient skies,
A call to seek the truth, to be truly wise.

He danced with gopis, in a joyful ring,
To show that unity is heaven’s spring,
In every soul, the divine did reside,
And through devotion, one could reach God’s side.

Krishna’s lessons, timeless and profound,
Revealed the essence, where truth is found,
He preached the oneness, the Tawhid’s pure decree,
That God is One, in every heart to see.

So, Krishna, prophet, with a message clear,
Guided us toward the truth we hold dear,
In His embrace, the love of God did shine,
A beacon for the soul, a path divine.

Kali, with her fierce and untamed might,
A celestial of destruction, bathed in night,
She wields her sword, a cosmic force of change,
To cleanse the world of darkness, rearrange.

Her dance is wild, a tempest in the skies,
Unleashing storms, the old world she defies,
With fiery eyes that burn with sacred fire,
She purifies the souls, takes them higher.

In her destructive dance, she cuts the ties,
That bind us to illusions, worldly lies,
Her laughter echoes, breaking ego’s chains,
For transformation often comes with pains.

Yet, Kali’s love is hidden deep within,
A mother’s love, the purest origin,
She births the new, from ashes of the old,
In her destruction, mysteries unfold.

The world may fear her, with her fierce demeanor,
But in her chaos, we find the divine arena,
For Kali’s purpose is to set us free,
From worldly bonds, illusions, make us see.

She is the creator of time, in cycles she weaves,
Infinite patterns, every soul perceives,
Her destructive dance is but a part,
Of the eternal dance, creation’s art.

So, do not dread her, for she’s here to bless,
To break attachments, offer soul’s progress,
Kali, with her power, fierce and pure,
Is the catalyst for transformation, that’s for sure.

In depths of self, a secret dwells concealed,
The Serpent Queen, in realms unseen, she’s veiled,
A dormant force, in silence she’s revealed,
Awakening the soul, where dreams set sail.

From base to crown, she slumbers, unaware,
A cosmic energy, profound and pure,
In sacred stillness, hidden deep in there,
A serpentine dance, a spiritual lure.

With whispered mantras, yogic breath, she wakes,
A gentle stirring, from her ancient sleep,
Through chakras, spiraling, she climbs and breaks,
The barriers of ego, dense and deep.

In rising waves, she floods the inner space,
A symphony of light and sacred sound,
Connecting earth and sky, she finds her grace,
The Serpent Queen’s journey, unbound.

She pierces through the veils of time and space,
A union of the finite and divine,
In ecstasy, the soul begins to trace,
The cosmic threads of life, in every line.

The Serpent Queen’s fire, a transformative force,
Ignites the path to higher consciousness,
With wisdom, love, and energy, the source,
Of divine union, in its fullness.

In her dance, we find our way,
To self-realization, truth, and bliss,
A sacred journey, dawning of the day,
When awakened souls, in love, persist.

So, let the Serpent Queen rise, with grace and ease,
Unlock the power, the wisdom, and the key,
In her fire, the soul’s release,
An endless journey, boundless and free.

In the heart’s deep chamber, a sacred space,
Two energies entwine, in a divine embrace,
The masculine and feminine, a cosmic grace,
Their union within, a transformative chase.

The masculine, like a river’s forceful flow,
Assertive, direct, with a fiery glow,
It forges the path where intentions grow,
In its strength and power, it begins to show.

Yet within this force, there’s a gentler stream,
A whispering of dreams, like a tranquil dream,
The feminine, with grace, like a moonbeam,
Adds depth to the river, a magical gleam.

Together they dance, a harmonious blend,
In the center of being, where they both ascend,
Masculine’s purpose and strength to defend,
Feminine’s compassion, as hearts mend.

As the two converge, a balance they find,
In the fusion of energies, the soul’s designed,
The masculine’s courage, firmly defined,
With the feminine’s wisdom, both intertwined.

In this sacred union, a new dawn begins,
The inner alchemy, where transformation spins,
The yin and yang, as one, the soul wins,
Awakening the spirit, as the journey begins.

The merging of energies, a cosmic art,
Within our being, where it all must start,
A union of opposites, a sacred heart,
In harmony and love, we play our part.

So seek within, where these energies reside,
Let the masculine and feminine intertwine and guide,
In their sacred union, your soul will ride,
To higher realms of self, where love abides.