Your eyes, the portals to your soul,
were left open, and I slipped right in.
In I fell, lost in deep water,
full immersion baptism in
the sacred river. The surface still--
but the undertow! Running
to some place guarded like
the holy of holies.
Escorted out, flaming sword at my throat,
I crept away in my soggy clown shoes,
a jester smile of astonishment
plastered on my face,
psychically thrown by unexpected grace,
wondering if I might return.
And I became aware
of something pooling deep inside of me--
the forgotten eternal spring--
the abandoned depths of \my own.
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