Boy. Shaman. Man.
A young boy sits on a hill overlooking two armies
Listening to the banter back and forth
Soul sick, he has had enough
A shaman in Mongolia feels a familiar illness coming on
Alone in his yurt, he trembles
Moaning, he looks within
A man sits in meditation before his altar in his home
A concept alights upon his heart and spreads to his mind
The thought makes him sick to his stomach
The young boy gathers smooth stones
Places them in a pouch
He knows what is coming
The shaman moves from place to smoky place
Gathering sacred items
He knows what is coming
The man takes deep breaths
Imagining light and beauty spreading to the parts of his body that have tightened
He knows what is coming
A giant runs toward a boy
A tentative knock on a shaman’s door
A single tear courses down a man’s face…
A stone
A rattle
A prayer
A giant tumbles
An illness leaves
A relationship is mended.
--Eric Aspen Marley
December 6, 2015
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