He said, “I used to meditate for two things. But today my parents died and I am in sorrow, so I’m not meditating.” His language was entirely mystical.
I said, “Your parents died? You’re a swami. You have nothing to do with parents.”
“No, no,” he said. “You also have parents. When they die you will understand.” He continued: “Attachment was my mother, and anger was my father. They both died, so I have nothing to do….”