Tuesday, December 18, 2012



Yearning for purity mind, body, and soul 
The day, the hour, the moment to be cleansed
  deep down waves from the ocean, all the way to the sandy shore, touch me
 I want you to touch me, so I can be wet, washed from head to toe, take away stains, I stand still no movement because I let you move through me, I feel you between my fingers and toes, Absence from color but still I see you, most of all I can feel you... cleaning me, bathing me, and showering me with wisdom, every last drop I need, like a baptism submerged to submission, dirt rolling off my finger tips,
 and I say to you
 It is in the water, I am clean