Maya

My guru spoke, saying,

me and mine, you and yours,

illusion.

Told me long ago, we're

all brothers and sisters,

even animals and bugs.

Spider spinning mandalas,

cicada rubbing knees,

worms overturning soil

all relatives.

Me and mine, you and yours,

your tribe, my tribe,

maya.

Not card up your sleeve illusion,

but illusion at its most elusive.