Sight clears up,
new districts of thought
not far to manifest.
How external bodily adjustment,
can give the weary their zeal.
Mysteries unfold while you’re in rent
to the dip which is part of the deal.
Where can I find the secrets
to eternal fountains of purpose,
free from blurry regrets
and fleshly grasps of empty hope?
Those are the words spoken
which are Spirit and Life.
In whom my soul, when hardness envokes,
takes a deep and softening dive.