Erasing memories,
that plague the soul
Facing reality,
that stings the sight.
Building new light,
that nourishes the life.

For you see the wisdom I have learned
Is the following set of if-then functions:
If no ego, then no shame
If no pride, then no fall
If no anger, then
no
hard
bitter
blame.

If I remembered an ancient tale, then I would tell you:
About the king who blamed
By pointing one finger toward
The accused
With three of burden pointing back at himself,
heard this every night:
“The burden of proof,” one finger weeps
“The burden of duty,” the second finger bellows
“The burden of righteousness,” the third finger whispers.

A burden too heavy for a mortal to carry,
He silenced his fingers,
Curling the one pointed out,
Inward,
Opening up his palm,
Turned it upward

Choosing to forgive
Relying on justice
From above to take it course.