We find our Beloved In stillness In peace In love In a sound mind A mind so sound It does not need to speak It just is And in that stillness In that peace In that love In that sound A river flows And it washes to The Ocean Where everything is cleaned It washes us of our weights Of our rituals Our crutches Our adornments We are baptized Then reborn in the heavens Filled with manna When the earth crys for water Heaven releases its holy clouds And mixes its pureness with the dirt And the Beloved is reborn Over and over and over