"vital yet impure"

The water cleanses

the fears of the past

but the mud and the clay

are new,

vital yet impure;

are you willing

to risk what you will lose?

Do you stare

at the mountains or the hills

and wonder

why

purity is sought after

when it is not necessary?

Do you gaze at the sky

and consider that

if the stars believed they were impure

and that the dust they released

tainted the universe,

we would not live the ignorant lives we do,

we would not spend our days

attempting to pretend the sins we have committed can be

washed off

and can leave us at all?