Everybody is beautiful.

Laying Down Blame.

Bounded by laws, often laid down by Self's
conventional duty of sense, which offended
by breakage of scrupulous habits, shelves
fastidiously notions of change, we can keep
laying down blame, propriety ending every
aim, stony-souled dogmas we chisel deeply.

When however wholeness emerges, torrents
of enlightened thinking unfold, insightful leaps
in awakened Self help the conscience to strive
to accept both sides, and see duality in events.

Looking through former blinds clearer, we find
"wicked" is merely a kind of a tortured good
which has longings too strong, we leave behind
the ugly word "should", and choose never again
to condemn others as hatless when only a hood
lightly covers our own head; if conscience hits
crisis as met, needs discerning; when no longer
walking in shade we take light as being missed.

Judge no-one evil because they are not good.
This crisis, if solved makes us sensibly stronger.