The Walls of Jericho

What if we died to division,

to my-way-or-the-highway,

to squabbles, large or small,

to she-said-he-said,

feelings, good or bad

or memories, ditto?

What if we died to the sacred cows

of suffering, pleasure and pain,

to yes-but, if-only and not-now?

What if we died to the whole shebang?

To buying and selling,

to preaching and prostrating,

to taking a stance,

making a claim, or

having an opinion (right)

which makes yours (wrong)?

What if we stopped

and the walls of Jericho fell?