Friday, 23 September 2011

Natron (The poem)

I fill the bath and climb in
A heaven of salt and hot water
I bathe and I am purified
This is one of the keys that I turn
In order to enter Your House
And to be with You

Accept me into your domain
As though I never left
Let me bask in Your Divine presence
As I reunite myself
And awaken from a slumber of deep forgetting