The pointed finger knows no peace

Relentless in its swagger

It sits idle..... at the ready

Waiting....

Seeking out its next target

For the continual cycle of blame...

                                                            Of retribution.... 

But its only when the finger falls

That the true wisdom of experience can be seen

                                                                                        Witnessed

To... Let... Go

As the true energy source of the "I"

No longer feeds the belief of fairness

There is only what 'IS'...... 

                                                And what is 'NOT'

And the knowledge that 'I'

Was only an actor in another persons play

A sidekick, a minute part...     A Victim? ..... Yeah well maybe?

But we all meet our creator in the end

And Forgiveness...... 

Is the biggest act of self love of all

For the 'I'

And a necessary part of any real transcension