a poem by Ganga White
What if our religion was each other?
If our practice was our life?
If prayer was our words?
What if the Temple was the Earth?
If forests were our church?
If holy water—the rivers, lakes and oceans?
What if meditation was our relationships?
If the Teacher was life?
If wisdom was self-knowledge?
If love was the center of our being
an addendum by Miles Borrero
What if we took the “I” out of “illness”,
Replaced it with the “We” in wellness?
If we cared for the most vulnerable?
Saw the essential in those we deem ‘non’.
What if we abolished white supremacy?
Sexism, patriarchy, toxic masculinity?
Gave the children back to their families?
If mansplaining, manspreading and dongle
in our vocabulary.
If we allowed women (and yes, trans women ARE women)
a go at the throne…
for a change?
What would Jesus do?
If he were a she?
After all, Mary had no sperm to work with,
to immaculately conceive.
What if we allowed for a brave new world
where sex and sensuality were given
And whatever the flavor, was allowed it’s existence
to further titillate and inspire
What if we gave the disabled a hand to succeed?
If we wrote the elderly letters during quarantine?
If we relished saying the correct pronoun,
Causing gender EUphoria,
instead of DYSphoria.
We let go of fear?
We admitted exactly how freaky we are-
adventurous and queer?
If we realized poly wouldn’t take away from monogamy?
Gay marriage from heterosexuality?
But offer us the world
What if we gave up our independence?
Replaced it with interdependence?
Would we not then have a world worth living in,
not just dying in?
A world where mask-wearing is love in action.
Where listening and being seen,
and plain old respect
are the bedrocks of our scene.
Where defunding the police would make our neighborhoods more like suburbs
rather than war zones.
A world where we thrive
What if we cared?
Let there be enough for everyone?
What if we allowed ourselves to say it:
Black Lives Matter/ Trans Black Lives Matter
And mean it.
What If we changed…
our belief systems,
The scaffolding of our world?
If we admitted that discomfort is not the same as
And not being an activist
is a direct product of privilege?
What if we admitted we were wrong?
If we made art, not hate,
can you imagine what we would create?
What if we took care of our planet
and ALL the beings in it?
What if we chose love
What if we made America
It never was for some of us.
Check it out yogis,
Frederick Douglass Descendants Read His Fourth Of July Speech