Sweat Lodge
Four parts water and two parts stone
Underground fire and sitting alone.
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I edit my thoughts, almost into oblivion
Breathe air so hot, am I still with the living?
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This is the sweat lodge, this is where I bleed my sins
This is part expiation and part just 'going in'
This is a sworn place, a locale for those in need
Of cleansing their pores
Unburdening.
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I am with myself in the heated and heavy air
Moist with my sweat and an attitude I don't care
And I swear
That if I make it through this misty, steamy
And dreamy fog of loosely woven images
Of all those people who have taught me
Along my path
And those who have shaped my spirit...
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This sweat lodge has bled my pores dry.
