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Wednesday, May 8, 2019

'Dear parents' ////

Dear parents,
If there is a next life, I don’t want to be your son.
I don’t want to even know you.
You are as different from each other
As summer is from winter, and yet
You’re both full of shit.
Father, with your lies and your cruelty.
Mother, with your superstitions
And your ridiculous beliefs.
I am better off with the dharma,
Even if I am a flea on the ass of a mongrel dog.
I release myself now
From all of the crap you taught me.
There is no god and no America to worship.
All is impermanence.
I will worship emptiness.
I will pledge allegiance to truth.
If there is a next life, I don’t want to be your son.
I don’t want to even know you.
Even though I love you still,
Years after you have passed away
Into the shadows,
Into your cool graves.
It is a spring day, fresh and green,
And as I write these words
The strength of the sunshine
Lays across my face and hands.
And I am free, I choose to be so.

James
08 May 2019

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