Image: © Richard Davis Photography
They said he was a man of the cloth
Though he looked more dishcloth than tablecloth.
His face like his reading room
Showed the ravages of time
The creases were deep and abyss like.
Along each wall was an array of shrunken heads
Bones and bottles containing bits I was hoping were for display only.
He beckoned me over
Took my hand in his
His touch gentle and soft
He turned my hand one side to another
All the while sucking on a pipe that dangled from his lips.
Then he took some herbs and set them alight
The smoke filled the room
But I never once felt overcome
Rather I relaxed, drew in the aromas
My body responding by letting go
As a huge calm settled over me.
I closed my eyes and he spoke:
“Future good, work good,
Marriage will elude you,
Health an issue but you have inner strength
Use it wisely, listen to your heart
It speaks the truth.”
I opened my eyes and he was gone
My head was clear, I remember everything he said.
On the wall as I exited it said:
Listen to your heart, not everyone else’s.
It was then a chill ran down my spine.