And if anyone will not receive you or listen to your words, shake off the dust from your feet when you leave that house or town. Truly, I say to you, it will be more bearable on the day of judgment for the land of Sodom and Gomorrah than for that town.
We are all dust and ashes,
cast out from the center of all things
and still glowing at our edges.
Favor the glow,
the creative and intuitive impulse
when like recognizes like
and we burst forth,
All dust feathers the place
between earth and sky,
a soft gray neutrality
sharing the very place we all walk,
feet on the ground,
our heads blue and cloudy in turns.
Our work is to brush such things away
for a time,
to extend the hand for the dance,
and if it returns to us empty,
then go on,
a message of surrender
and leave the judging behind
like swirls of star-bits in time.