142. Make Me Clean Again, Divine Mother

Dressed in Thy luster, clean and holy, Thou didst send me out to play. I played — but in darkness, ignorantly; I found myself, therefore, lost in a mire of suffering. I went forth clean, but have come back to Thee all besmirched with the mud of delusion. O Divine Mother, wash me in Thy wisdom:

Make me clean again!

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