There will come a day
When you will get up
You will rise up from the ashes
Of your perfectly ordered existence
You will begin walking, down to the river
Removing your clothes as you go
It will not matter to you if anyone is there
Or what they think of you
You will not even care if they are looking
The wind will caress your naked body
At once, sensual and innocent
Purely cleansing
Totally aware of who and what you are
Touch the truth within
As you step into the water
You will wash off the shreds
The remnants of your old existence
And as you die to yourself
In that moment of letting go
You will be reborn
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