Mystery in the Middle

 

Meditation by Elizabeth Nourse (1902)

For Amy

The world is clearer after ablutions,
the ritual cleansing for sacred time.
 
Whether washing your face at faucet or pump
or plunging your body into tub or stream,
 
you can call the four directions plus earth,
the entire universe and your own heart.
 
Your feet are grounded, your head is clear.
Only the familiar is behind you.
 
And here you wait, to see and hear what comes
through, natural or supernatural.
 
You hold the place in gratitude for life
in all its diversity, whatever comes.
 
And when you’re done, and have thanked all seven
directions, you may depart or linger here.

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