Why

You did not come to this planet
to worship a pair of sandals
or a white robe.
You did not come to this planet
to be a democrat or a republican,
a christian or a muslim,
black or white.
You did not come here
to get angry with reflections
in a mirror,
or get drunk on disasters
that never happen.
You came to be astonished
by a dust mote.
You came to be torn in two
by laughter and pain,
then made One
by the tang of a berry
on your wild tongue.
You did not come to follow
any map,
but to be guided by the wayless
curve in a labyrinth of fallen
alder leaves after a storm,
a cloud that stains the soft
rice paper sky,
the brushstroke of geese in flight.
Why waste another moment
arguing for or against,
when you could slip back down
a beam of breath, soft as moonlight,
into the silent radiance
you Are?