When You Notice A Fault

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

The Fault Is In The One Who Blames. Spirit Sees Nothing To Criticize.

Its Good To Leave Each Day Behind, Like Flowing Water, Free Of Sadness. Yesterday Is Gone And Its Tale Told. Today New Seeds Are Growing.

World Power Means Nothing. Only The Unsayable, Jeweled Inner Life Matters.