2002-11-09

Posted at 19:27 UT by Tamara

Fingers of Fault

Fingers of fault,
always pointing outwards,
at someone else,
some other color,
some other place,
never take hold of
the complicity of within,
where lay the unity,
of all that is,
all that is ever seen,
all that remains.

Fingers of fault,
seek to place the blame,
on other than ourselves,
on others not of we,
so biased,
so strong,
so filled with bigotry.

Fingers of fault,
Do not move to mend,
or understand,
or comprehend,
or acknowledge sins
spread round so evenly.

Fingers of fault,
do not linger over a common whole,
pluck at the failings of everyone else,
and miss the target,
miss the soul.

Fingers of fault
always proclaim
it is the other,
and never the self same.

All humanity rises from the dregs of knowledge to be attained,
and there are no groups more evil than the rest,
for that indeed is true division of mind,
true bigotry,
sexism,
racism,
hatred of self,
hatred of humankind..

And these loud proclamations of
what you have done to me,
I have done to myself,
and take up the need
to correct the terrible seed
in my own breast,
the mote in mine own eye..

For the beast is within,
that tears at the god in all,
and ever finds fault,
accepting none of the deed.

We can celebrate the oneness in all,
missing the ball,
of who we need be.

The eyes of love
see through the divide
into the wider
eternity,
where each of us serves,
and each of us hides,
where god concept lies,
in the eye of each.

Fingers of blame,
always remain
pointing outwards,
denying culpability,
separating the whole
into the other,
the blindness of
the fallen,
the forgotten,
the hateful,
the fragmented teach.

Point inwards,
young angels.
That is where your answers and heavens will be.