A thought just occurred to me: I’m getting closer to just beginning to seriously consider the concept of non-attachment, the knowing that nothing material is mine, the knowing that no country is my country. I am nothing special. I am a nowhere man living in his nowhere land. This is part of a multi-life journey to you-don’t-know-where. I am only centered, hence unswayable. In the center is deep peace.

I only come across as arrogant and self-satisfied about my devotion (and my ‘special’ knowledge) from your sensitive perception’s perspective. You are running away from non-attachment at such a desperate helter-skelter rate, clinging to the ownership and protection of your property, obsessed with the free-loaders and the supposed dependency encouragement from both sides of the equation, deluded in the assumed superiority of your country through the audacity of the patriot people who people it. But audacity is fine, right, as long as it’s in your favor? Strength in numbers? You are convinced that your hand is on the tiller of faith. You are constantly gyrating under this illusion of security. Attainment of any presumed destination is a false delusion, a willing walk into a selfish trap.

Yet, many lifetimes from now, no matter how hard or steadfast is your clinging to the wild and swiftly circulating gyrations, the journey is destined to course-correct to center and the ultimate manifest destination is you-don’t-know-where. You will sense the vast chasm of difference of the center from the periphery and we will meet again like a twain that has not at any time been twain.

When you know where like I already know where we will meet in such accord. Where is the kingdom of heaven. It is at hand. A centered soul once tried to teach you all this.