Why Did You Come?

You did not come here

to worship a pair of sandals

or a white robe.

You did not come here to be

on the left or the right,

a believer or a non-believer,

the color white or the color brown.

Did you come to get angry
at reflections in a mirror?

To insist on disasters

that never happen?

No friend, you came to be
astonished by a dust mote,

torn in two by sorrow

and uncertainty,

then made whole again

by the tang of a berry

on an even wilder tongue.

Why waste another moment

arguing For or Against

when you could slide down

a beam of breath,

soft as moonlight,  

into the radiance you are?