Dear Son,
before knowing what you really are,
you need to know just who you think
you are.
I thought I was a person.
I had a headful of beliefs and one
of them was me.
That me was re-formulated in the
Sixties,
so a lot it was anti-war, pro-human
rights,
and wondered when it all went wrong
in my America.
I studied post-graduate American
history
and found it never was exactly
right.
In one important way, this was my
spiritual beginning;
deconstruction needs to start at
home.
In time I saw that war and all
injustices are not
a matter of my being right
and someone else’s being wrong,
but essentially the fact I think
there is a me and my
and someone else in opposition as
another.
This personal assumption I’m a
person is
the one original division from which
all
division finds its origin.
Every little thing a person does
to get ahead, assert itself,
insinuate its way
to some position of importance is
the primal swamp of war and all
injustice.
So as long as I am thinking I’m a
person,
there are hostilities and their infringements.
But being on the
never hand,
love, Aum.
