Tiny silver needles gleam with Eastern light,
From the Dragon’s land, through ages bright.
Moxa’s warmth and needles clear the flow,
Awakening self-heal, letting life glow.
Stroke and palsy yield to certain care,
Facial palsy, pain, shingles flee in despair.
Four ounces move a thousand pounds with ease,
Guiding blood and fluids, immunity to please.
Do you not see? Needles roam the globe so wide,
Moxa warms the heart, with healing as our guide.
One silver needle cures the body’s plight,
Chinese medicine saves all, shining bright.
Do you not see? Divine needles clear the way,
Divine moxa steadies the earth by day.
Supporting nerves in countless lines above,
Let the world hear this song of love.
From Asia to Europe, across the sea,
Chinese wisdom bears humanity’s decree.
Needles are dragon bones, moxa sun and moon’s grace,
Self-healing wakes as needles open the space.
Divine needle, divine moxa, China’s soul,
Resounding worldwide, making spirits whole.
Forever enduring, through time’s long roll.
