Shamanic Disease

I suffered from the spiritual disease. Yes!
I thought, it was forever…
It is as in Hell, in the darkest mess.
To recover or never?

Shamans do know, what is what.
They’ve gone through ills as usual.
And what is called “the boiling pot”?
It is, of course, mutual.

I suffered from the shaman’s disease
In the theory and in practice.
I had the Devil’s loving kiss
And played the role of the actress.

I cried as a bear in the night
And groaned as a he-wolf.
But was I wrong or right,
Trying to jump from the roof?

I talked in whisper with a stone
And understood the snow.
But if you suffer from the Unknown,
It will be the perfect show!

I talked with the dead as on the phone,
Calling them to Heaven.
But I did not desire the loan,
Not to be crossed through the level.