The Cleansing Tide

Floating with her head underwater,

murmurs of the one who brought her,

ripples of dropping rainwater,

silence your mind, he told her.

Grounded in the sand,

he offers her his hand,

he said,

control your breath to understand,

we are on sacred land.

Echoing childish laughter,

she gave in to the rapture,

needing a moment to gather,

what a feeling to capture.

Trying to stay calm,

she slowly tapped his palm,

regaining conscious balm,

life beautifully concealed charm.

Softly grazing her skin,

rising, brushing away her timid twin,

steadily understanding the discipline,

she just went deep within.

Ordained ties divinely resistant,

childlike cries loud and distant,

chanting sounds, angelic, and persistent,

aligning her narrative, it’s real and existent.