The greatness of waters, the incredibleness of a hot candle flame dowsed by waters, the holiness of a breaker of water as it hits a sandy beach. Water, water, I call to you, to ease my thirstiness, to flow lovingly onto sore muscles, to repeat yourself in music wave after glorious wave, smashing with force onto a beach, or simply moving in with a tide, secretly, slowly, mystically, becoming one with all things, as you drown out evil, you clean it, you are its purity, it's washed in your liquidness, it is dissolved in your wetness.
Water, your sounds beckon me, calling me to your shores. I hear your waves shaking like a maraca, doing a Spanish dance to your waves as I step over them one by one, never drowning, your peacefulness has overcome me with glee, as each molecule of water eases my thirst, drenches parched lips, sweetly gargling to your swishing back and forth on the shoreline.
It is you who I seek, it is you who will purify me. Hyssop and sweet beach water, how I adore you, as everything, you take away all the sins of the world, in your mikvah I am purified, in it I have danced, in it I have splashed, in it I have sung.
Sweetness in waters, are you always.
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