Tuesday, May 01, 2018

All Blood is Red

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

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
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

It isn’t that hard.

Just remember
all blood is red
that is
the comforting reality.


  1. Anonymous12:25 AM

    hey! it took me 9 long months to make that separation!
    srsly though, great insight in this...

  2. Perhaps it their own frailty people fear to see when they look in the eyes of those they think of as "other".

  3. I think it's very hard, Mosk. I'm trying though.

  4. Sigh.. if only people knew this. Powerful write, Mosk!

  5. You have captured a wisdom that is hard for many to grasp. Brilliant and beautiful writing Mosk!!

  6. and when we cut them, we cut ourselves ~

  7. 'Perhaps there's only you out there,' a wise teacher suggested to me once. Oh, if we could only manage to really get that! Meanwhile, power to the attempt!