Slip

 

You didn’t come to this planet

to worship a pair of sandals

or a white robe.

You didn’t come to this planet

to be for the party of the left

or the party of the right,

to be a Christian or a Muslim,

a Black or a White.

You did not come here

to get angry with reflections

in a mirror,

or get drunk on disasters

that never quite happen.

You came to be dumbfounded

by a dust mote,

to be torn in pieces

by laughter and pain,

then made One

by the tang of a berry

on your wild tongue.

Why waste another moment

arguing for or against,

when you could slip back

on a soft-as-moonlight 

beam of breath into

the radiance you are?

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