Unwashed

Here in a stream of clear flowing water

I submerge myself and listen to my thoughts.

I love the water, for it washes away my filth,

at least on the outside.

My thoughts are like water,

flowing through my consciousness

but the spring which feeds them

is full of poison.

Oh My God,

Why can I be clean on the outside

but corrupt in my soul?

I am lost in the deepest parts of myself.

Desperately I cling to these rocks which hold me beneath,

Yet desperately I need to breathe you in.

Should I be forever cleansed in your depths

Or should I drown in this emptiness inside me?

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Published on Thursday, July 1, 2010. Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Unwashed"

On Wednesday, October 6, 2010, Crush_With_Eyeliner (48) wrote:

I like the contradiction inherent here. Is it possible to be clean outside but not inside? Religious connotations aside, I think this speaks of interesting duality, in the Jungian sense. Is the clean exterior a refelection of an outsider's view of "I"? Is it a personal projection of that which we'd like the "I" to be? Wonderful reading things that bring up so many questions.