The Clearing

It's Time to bring the clearing,
Wipe the table-
fetch the Cloth
Canvas white Lord let it be,
Without blemish-
Not a spot.
Come forth, unhindered spirit,
March in haste thee-
Wash my heart
Rushing water clear for me,
Unfurl thyself's-
Hidden art.
Bring the 'new' and all his friends
Leave the old out-
Put Aside
Parley not with yesterday,
Tread on quickly
Not behind.

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