Desert traveler
O desert traveler, you are much too fat
for your camel-self to squeeze
through the needle’s eye gate of paradise.
You had hoped to become more ethereal by now
but it is the heart of you the guards reject.
You lack the proper credentials.
To be welcomed in, you’ll have to accept
a nakedness that goes deeper
than the marrow of your bones;
become more insubstantial than the winds
howling at your back, so that you may cease
to be your habitual, pretentious self
and come by subduction to the truth
of who you really are.
O child of God, you are knocking at the door
of your own house.
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