Until
you remember
There
must be some mistake.
The name on my
birth certificate,
the
photo on my passport. That’s not who I
am.
I’m
not a white, male homo sapiens.
I
am not an American, a Southerner,
an
earthling. I am not a seeker,
a
poet, a Libra, a lover.
I
am not a brother, a father, a grandfather,
(though
my loved ones call me that).
I
am not a Baba lover,
(though
Lord Meher is my Beloved).
I
am not a collection of attributes.
I am none of the labels
that
have been placed upon me
by
others and by myself.
belong to no category.
Not
this, not that. I am nothing
but
a living lie (per Meher) of the truth that is me.
O
child of God, you will remain a spectral wanderer
until the moment you
remember Who you really are.
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