The Ablution of The Soul

Sometimes we live the unlivable,
buried beneath burdens
of fate and ill luck.

So we spread sweet attar into our skin
letting it soak into the empty crevices
of longing and despair.

We grasp our humanity
letting it bleed and bleed
with mercy and kindness

while bathing in untroubled waters
beneath the pale moon,
washing away the sting of sorrows-

debriding old wounds steeped in regret,
excising the infection of disappointment,
scouring grudges and anguish

until we are scrubbed clean
and wrapped tightly in the soft fabric
of living simply and simply living.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Very creative use of metaphors to crew ate a very spiritually uplifting poem.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so much. I am happy you found the poem to be uplifting. ; )