Peeking through the Crack 문틈아이

[태그:] reincarnation

  • Who I was before

    The Herbal Healer

    In a past life, I was someone who healed not only through presence but through knowledge—of plants, of pain, of what the body needs to remember how to be whole.

    The One Who Knew the Leaves

    They say the body remembers
    what the mind forgets.

    And sometimes,
    when I hold a leaf between my fingers
    or crush rosemary in the kitchen,
    I feel something awaken.

    Like I once knew the secrets
    of plants and roots and oils.
    Like I could listen to the aches in someone’s breath
    and know exactly what to brew.

    In another life,
    I think I was a healer.
    Not the kind who chants or touches light—
    but the kind who boiled leaves slowly,
    who waited until the color changed,
    who crushed herbs with the edge of a stone
    until they bled medicine.

    People came to me
    with coughs that wouldn’t leave,
    wounds that wouldn’t close,
    hearts that forgot how to trust.

    And I gave them little bundles,
    wrapped in soft cloth.
    Bitterness that healed.
    Warmth that lingered.
    Smells that told the soul,
    “You’re not alone.”

    Maybe that’s why, even now,
    I press tea bags like they’re prayers,
    and cook soup as if someone’s life depends on it.
    Maybe this is why I care
    in ways I can’t explain.

  • The Child Who Roamed the Forest

    Sometimes, when I’m alone,
    I find myself longing for the scent of trees.
    Like the smell of a forest after rain,
    a distant memory quietly rises inside me.

    On days when I miss my mother,
    strangely…
    a vision comes to me—
    of myself gently tending to someone’s pain in a forest.
    I think I was a child who healed others a long, long time ago.

    I didn’t speak,
    but I could feel pain through my fingertips.
    And I could hear the cries of those
    who waited for my touch.

    I never approached first.
    But when someone came near,
    I would silently wipe their wounds.

    Maybe that’s why,
    even in this life,
    I still can’t walk past someone who’s hurting.

    And every time that happens,
    without realizing it,
    I miss that forest again.