House of Your Purity

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Oh you

Spiritual traveller

Connected to the stars

I saw you sleeping in the forest

Under hoary trees

With your overcoat on

The peace of cold clean water in your soul.

You slept with a clear conscience

In the house of your purity, your heart

Was sparkling truth

Your throat singing sweet chords of honesty.

I saw you, with long grey hair tied behind your head

Shaggy but tranquil

You kept my hair clip in your flannel pocket as a talisman

A message of love from the cosmos

And your dreams became sweet.