How can I spew cliches about accepting and respecting differences
when I cannot accept and respect my own father?
How can I bemoan and condemn the opposite political party
for their egos and their hatred
when my own ego and hatred
has widened a family chasm?
How can I touch Oneness,
the underlying truth of interconnectedness
and revel in its beauty
without allowing my ego to release its grasp
on separateness
on righteousness
on superiority?
Even now
while writing these words
how can I be proud of myself for being so self-aware?
Thank you,
dad,
for the opportunity to confront this part of me
that wants so badly to be right
this part of me
that is thirsty for blood
while claiming to be the one
who was bitten.
I understand now that circumstance
is our only difference.
I release my attachment to myself as one who was wronged
and I release my attachment to the idea that it was you and your wife who wronged me
and I release my clinging to the idea of how I wanted it all to work out.