Latté

 

If you think you are a spiritual teacher

and the lady at the drive-through coffee
gazebo who micro-foams your latté 
is not, you have a serious problem.

If you feel you are an "empath"

and the stray kitten licking a plastic
cap of half-and-half beside the trash
compactor is not, you must be seeing
through your I. Every living creature
is an empath; it's why we're all here.

Even the pilgrim snail on a hosta leaf
is neuro-divergent, sensing starlight
that hasn't yet arrived. You'd better start
listening to a dust mote, the larva and
the rose. Learn to shut up and smile
like a dolphin. Don’t you want to feel 
the bliss-ocean parting for your slippery 
dorsal fin? Don't you want to enter
the Kingdom of the Fur, or the sweet
annihilation of a hummingbird's tongue? 

Now burn away this moth-wing veil

of thought. Become the flame itself.

Image: Wallpaper by Jeff Wilkie