A mind convinced it is defiled, that guilt has eaten into it past all cleansing, is shown here bowing before the one power that can lift such a belief. The disease is not the point; the conviction of being unclean is. And the plea holds a single doubt worth healing, the fear that love might not be willing, that the self is too far gone to be met.
The bowing is the whole readiness. A mind that has stopped defending its guilt and instead brings it openly to love has already turned toward its own release, needing only to learn that the willingness it questions was never in doubt.
Leper: the mind persuaded it is defiled beyond cleansing, carrying guilt as though it were a rot in the self
City: the crowded field of thought where the belief in defilement is met by the presence that can undo it