The man who returned

I was told the world was wide and dark and I should wander and explore the mystery

So many things I touched touched me back

My heart became filled with the strangeness of the world

Strange dreams and nightmares grew into giants

Until there were no more memories of my home left in me

I sent men into the unknown jungle of my wild heart

I met an artist who did not want to go because he was too afraid

I met a fighter who went out but never returned

Many were like this,

I lost track of the passing years

The giant forest grew and grew

The mountains grew and grew

Until one day a man went out and to my surprise, returned at dawn

I asked him what kind of man he was, how did he survive the storms and rivers and poison and the hungry jaguar, was he a leader or a powerful man?

But no, not exactly he said

‘I am an artist and fighter and leader too.’

I asked what else?

He pointed to the scars on his legs from when he chased me when I ran away

Then he pointed to the scars on his eyes from when he almost went blind from my beauty

Lastly, he pointed to the scars on his chest from when my passion almost stopped his heart

And then it was clear

‘I understand,’ I said

‘You are a healer’