Sacred knowledge of times past,
The wisdom of our species;
Healing is our highest hopes
To free us from diseases.
Injury, exposure, infection, decay,
Malnutrition, depression, repression;
So many causes of disease,
As the life force seeks expression.
Disease takes hold of every life,
As nature seeks a balance;
Homeostasis is the way of life,
but sometimes is inconvenient.
Diagnostic clues uncover a pattern,
Signs and symptoms lead the way;
Examine the body, pictures, labs, or tissues,
To predict natureís forces at play.
Medications and potions, incision, repair,
Advice, massage, or puncture;
A story, statistic, leading the mind,
All to hasten up the cure.
Nourish and strengthen, invigorate the body,
With fresh air, good water and food;
Be surrounded by peace, caring folks and love,
With a healthy attitude.
Seek to see the intent of the soul,
And uplift the downward focused eyes;
Inspire and encourage, the soul to live,
Towards the vision of the wise.
Unless a soul sees clearly,
One fears the path ahead;
A healing is most improbable,
When a person chooses to be dead.
Witness, understand and treat profoundly,
Always with the blessing of those in care;
Cooperate and comply with the personís values,
Respecting the sacred bond that you share.
Intervene precisely ,
Expect each to bare their own karma;
Teach the best of what seems best,
As we harmonize peopleís karma with their dharma.
And in times of war, when disease invades,
Or trauma reveals its ugly terror;
Act swiftly, completely, to the highest standard,
Without fear, bias, or error.
Do treatments that help the most
and hurt the least;
Cost reasonably,† and protects the earth.
And especially, take care in healing, please.