I got sick and thought I could die in my van <br />When I was visited by an old Navajo man <br />He said he would heal me by sand painting <br />Which wasn't what I'd been expecting <br /> <br />Facing east, I sat in the center of the sand <br />He started chanting and touched my hand <br />Said that black color stood for death and night <br />But he thought I might pull through all right <br /> <br />Trying to bring me back into balance <br />He transferred the healing energy onto me <br />He really did give me another break to advance <br />White stood for spring and new beginnings<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-painting/
