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In The Healing Cave

Into the world that is forgotten

replaced by rational medicine,

I walk and watch, I look, I don’t talk;

observing without judging.

It’s not a dream, it’s not a fraud

formed by an illusionist;

I use my other skills to see,

leaving aside my earthly eyes.

A woman’s body is lying down

on a rocky flatbed.

She seems to breathe through

her diaphragm, but nothing else.

It’s like she had inhibited some

of her vital actions.

A kind of hibernation; alive, 

but like in standby mode.

The dark cave is neither cold

nor warm as I can sense.

My heart is harmonizing its

beating with the healing silence.

A man enters the cave now,

naturally visiting the woman.

He seems to be a fitting part

of this atmosphere’s enigma.

He comes, he sees, he does

nothing else

than checking by hand

the body’s temperature.

The woman doesn’t react

at all, being somewhere else I guess,

flying beyond her human part,

in other fields of conscience.

He leaves as if he was 


a simple, natural action of

a common evening.

I sense a flashy transportation

within the levels of the time;

the spiral route brings me now

three days “after” arriving.

She opens her eyes slowly,

looking around to make contact.

She moves her fingers and her toes

to touch again the world of mortals.

The man is present at once,

I don’t know how he felt it.

They both transmitted the peace

of those who live outside of the matrix.

The data showed that she was

healed from a physical illness.

A combination of herbs and surrendering

to human’s wider skills.

Re-forming balance using the

enclosed potential;

that noetic essence of Cosmos,

both real and magical.

I saw what I needed, the purpose

was accomplished.

The scenery fade away, and

I returned to my home-movie’s frame.

If only we were trained as kids

to never give away 

the self-healing noesis

enclosed in our DNA,

we would combine the great

discoveries of contemporary medicine,

with that other part of us that knows

how to solve many physical imbalances.


The Black Hole In My Playground


Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives


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