Temperance

You stand on the ground

And you keep pouring water

Into a huge jug.

You talk to yourself in your sleep.

You tend to go deeper and deeper in your prayers,

You call for the best part of yourself

To be revealed.

You are a young lady

Who serves gods

In a forgotten temple.

You movements are gracious,

And two streams of water

Are like clarity and mystery.

Your life is an endless ritual.