and you think you want to blame
or even yourself,
breathe into the burning core,
your lungs willing bellows
for the furnace inside.
Offer into this fire
all your fearful imaginings,
any remaining belief that you are a victim,
When you open into the pure sensation,
the full intensity of that which feels like it could crush you,
you become space.
In this honesty
all stories collapse into the cauldron
to feed a deeper vision.
Before you have the chance to see with clarity
you must first admit you have no idea what is really going on.
Before you find your own innocence,
you must first release your assumptions about everyone else’s guilt.
So many dead bodies and tortured souls on judgement’s righteous road.
What if there is no outside?
How about we replace our indignant assertions
with humble curiosity,
claim full responsibility,
each of us,
for our experience,
forgive the world,
return to love,
and then see what happens?