“Do you remember the mystery from which you came.
That undefined reality within which you formed?
Well, how else can one put it?
They tell you of being in the womb,
But where is your beginning and how certain is the “I”?
I have vague memories of those early days.....
There came words.
All reinforcing the definition of things.....
attempting to give form to all this...
Eventually their story solidified.
I became hooked to their ways.
They spoke of classifications, a divided world,
dualism, good and bad.
Nobody spoke of this mysterious wholeness.
Then as the young boy, at the top of the Hazel Nut tree,
in Summer foliage, watching the sun dance through,
I knew that their story was not for me.”
From the book - nowhere now here