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!


143. I Loved All Things, That I Might Learn to Crave Thee Only