33.7%

*33.7%

"immerse them in the sea of lights"

--'Abdu'l-Baha

baptism, boundary 

geography of separate

nation against nation 

seeming failure incarnate

water clear as crystal 

prophecies of old

bending beneath boughs of figs

to heal a weary world

nomadic one of all that's kind

leave gray salt out for me 

on stones ahead as easily as

you walked on galilee

rest me along the riverbank

glad rush at every birth

that flows until our end

such transhumance of all we're worth

it is any wonder then

the pilgrimages made 

for sheer salinity and cleansing of 

the wounds from toil and trade

miracle of minerality

and buoyancy in which 

you cannot drown or sink

or slip beneath death's ditch

dare i drink deeply then

the difference somewhere between 

this fresh hope and stagnation

in which all of nature teems?

--ls 1.9.26

*the dead sea's salt percentage