I dipped the sponge of my soul
Into the cold freshwater of cleanness,
And as I wrung it to bring it to my face,
Cleanness fell everywhere across the earth like rain.
I dab water on my forehead,
Down my neck, between my breasts,
And down unto my abdomen.
I am healed from all pain
And doubt,
And understand the ways of gods and men
And women.

And now the wind of my spirit blows
Through the orbs and hollowed out places,
And music falls down upon the earth
Like the percussive sound of hail,
And understanding reigns upon the four corners of the earth
And the four corners of the sky.

-jenn