Blame

Who can you fling the blame at this time?

Who can you point your weighty fingers upon? Why is there no one around to eat upon this feast?

Oh, you blame the Evil One...but his porous, bloody hand cannot touch the cage you call a heart.

Oh, you blame the Wicked One... but his seductive, decadent whisper cannot tell the rivers of your veins to flow this-a-way.

Oh, you blame the Holy One...but his love for his creation burns faster and greater than a thousand suns.

You, my friend, hold the keys to this destiny of yours. A blank mind and a fresh slate are all you need to survive this cold. No reason for the blame game. No need to compensate for your fallow past - that place that raped you of livelihood and pure thought. Tomorrow is today.

I say to you, trust in this humanity set before you! You have the ability to create, to destroy, to build, to tear down, to give, to take. You hold it in the crevices of your mindful heart.

Beware of this blame that leads to a sneaky demise. Beware of this complacency that crucifies creativity. Beware of this blame kills the God in you.

Blame, settle within the bowels. Escape quickly.

"Do what only you can do.

Just let my heart be alive.

Let me be living deep, deep on the inside.

Come fan the flame."