Absolve, Jerusalem, Harrapan! Poem by elysabeth faslund

Damnation becomes incomplete with washing...
Feet. Hands. Eyes. Flesh.
Ganges. Euphrates. What matter the source?
Unloose my hair. I become the Mother.
Tie my hair. I become the sinner.
With hair, I am bound to Heaven,
To Hell.
I choose neither. Not now. This minute.
Later.

Fire...damnation. Fire...salvation.
Ashes, Death. Ashes, Life.
Water, salvation. Water, damnation.
I choose. Do not beggar the choice I make.
I choose in silence.
In silence, I loose all, to gain all.

Vedic script. Vedic wisdom.
Hebrew parables. Hebrew wisdom.
I choose both.
In choosing both, I am saved...damned.
My choice alone.

With wild, free hair, I will walk both rivers.
With wild, free eyes, I will see foamed ripples on
My Path.
And, I will dance my choice.

Dance my choice,
With Earth and Sky.
My shadow lives,
In Time.