My immediate family–my parents, my two sisters, and my two brothers-in-law–has completely shut me out of its life.
I have been excommunicated from my immediate family, for being truthful.
It is said that when Martin Luther was excommunicated from the Church for being truthful, he was asked where he would sleep.
“Under the stars,” Martin Luther replied.
You know, Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, father was named after Martin Luther.
“How hard it is to meet my Lord!
“The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain: almost dies of her longing, yet she would have none other water than the rain.
“Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear.
“The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not afraid of the fire.
“Put away all fear for this poor body.”
(translated by Rabindranath Tagore)
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
“Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
“I have no idea.
“My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
“and I intend to end up there.
“This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
“When I get back around to that place,
“I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
“I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
“The day is coming when I fly off,
“but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
“Who says words with my mouth?
“Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
“I cannot stop asking.
“If I could taste one sip of an answer,
“I could break out of this prison for drunks.
“I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
“Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.”
(translated by Coleman Barks, et alia)