“Whoever does the will of God
             is my brother and sister and mother.”
                            —Mark 3.35

The old Italian woman doing her rosary,
the Hindu lighting a candle,
the homeless addict sharing a sandwich,
they are all my siblings.
The Episcopalian, the pagan, the child
too young to denominationalize,
they are all mine.
We fight over our lies.
How odd that we who have come
from the same womb
should belittle each other,
should give ourselves permission
to abjure our own.
This is enlightenment:
to say to every living being,
“This at last is bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh.”
All else is illusion.

Breath prayer:
                           Siblings … welcome

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
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