The comforting illusion
is that each one of us
is separate
and the things that
separate you from me
are real
where my skin ends
and the air begins
and where the air ends
your skin begins
is an elaborate delusion
most of us see the world
as a collection of disparate
puzzle pieces
but I’m trying
through prayer
compassion and forgiveness
to see the truth
we’ve been taught to
ignore:
from the moment
of our conception
in our mother’s womb
we are attached
we are connected
to one another and
to all beings
and all things
at all times
in all space
honoring this truly
inconvenient truth
means not looking away
at the poor babies
with swollen bellies
and hollow hope
those disenfranchised
from the dream
abandoned mothers
and homeless vets
with limbs stolen
in unpopular wars
and we might need to burn
the flags and the bibles
and lay the walls down sideways
until they become bridges
and look not only
into the sky for our deliverance
but within
and at each other
until we know better
it means seeing the myth,
nay, the lie
that we are each disconnected
and meeting it
head-on with prayer
compassion and
forgiveness
it isn’t that hard
just remember
all blood is red
and
that is
the comforting reality.
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