Strengthen, empower,
enlighten,
Ever seeking to help Life
flourish,
The wise healer seeks to
help balance nature,
To uplift, educate and
nourish.
We must first protect the
seeds,
Our present, past and hopes;
Cherish our children as the
most sacred,
Not lust, ambition, nor
dope.
Each seed must be planted,
With responsible intent;
Cared for, wanted, deeply
loved,
Embraced
by the bond of the parents.
For this is where health
begins,
In a home
where the sanctity of life is insisted.
This entices the soul to
take strong grip,
And face the struggle of
existence.
Like parents with their
children,
A wise healer cares for
others;
Nursing and doctoring or
just lending a hand,
Like good fathers and good
mothers.
Each being is unique,
A constitution unto itself;
This is where disease reaps
havoc,
Or where
the being finds health.
Though disease may be a
pattern,
Of signs and certain
symptoms;
It takes place in a person's
life,
And uniquely affects him.
So the wise healer sees
disease,
Like a storm upon a
landscape;
And seeks to help us bear
the storm,
taking shelter from the climate.
The healer points out that
like the rains,
Illness can bear the fruit
of healing;
A lesson that helps our
species itself,
Because
disease is revealing.
Revealing of the way of
health,
Skies still have beauty with
the clouds;
Disease inspires us to care
with compassion,
Indeed, what true love is about.
Disease and illness are a
fact;
The forces of life and death
in play;
We can face these foes and
often whip their butt,
And keep our landscape fit
for the rain.
Hygiene and sanitation,
Keeps us ecologically sound;
Then we can till our fields,
Then is health allowed.
The wise healer feels our
dirt,
Like a gardener with a green
thumb;
"Too dry, too damp, not
enough manure",
"Too
much wind, or cold or sun."
The diagnosis should ring
true,
Like a guidepost of the
terrain.
Study, inquire, seek the truth,
So the treatment can be
planned.
Then
using resources close at hand,
Effective, natural, cheap.
The
healer prescribes a remedy,
Matching
needs with belief
Foods, herbs, touch and
exercise,
Live good.
Keep clean, be wise.
Keep tuned, with good genes,
be honest, inspire, empower,
realize.
Sometimes when negotiations
fail,
The heavy artillery is
called to fight.
When the
fire has set the fields ablaze.
We'd do anything to save a
life.
Heavy medicine and surgery,
Are blessed sacred weapons;
To be used in times of
battle,
When it seems that we might
not win.
When life is at stake,
It's ok to use power.
To call Nature into harmony,
We may need to shout to her.
Even when aggressive,
The healer takes the most
care;
To know what they are doing,
Using
skill to repair.
A wise healer would do this,
Only if serious need be;
Not for some ego reason,
Like he is
greedy.
Or like he seeks to express
his craft,
Like a cobbler in search of
a shoe;
If all one has is a hammer,
Then one sees a lot of nails
that will do.
Back in days of old,
A patient would pay their
doctors while healthy;
Then if they fell ill,
The doctor would make them more wealthy.
These doctors of old,
Would choose their patients
wisely;
Together they would work at
health,
To keep
each other thriving.
A medicine is sustainable,
When it has proved itself
through ages;
For it prevents, cost less, and encourages.
It is encouraging,
When the community focuses
its resources;
And a healer takes lead,
To gather
healing forces.
For it takes a community to
grow great healers,
It takes generations to
foster a healing way;
The healing way comes forth
from fertile soil,
Birthed from midwives of
yesterday.
When tilling your soil, or
helping another,
Create a world where life is enabled to grow;
Plant the right seed in just
the right soil,
And protect it from all
foes.