Listen dear one, listen
and know thyself to be the only obstruction
It is not the aggravation of the one who’s close at hand
Nor the impatience of your mother, who portions reprimand
It is not the sullen ire of those who hold you in contempt
Nor the chorus of daft voices, drifting ever like a blimp
You cannot point at this or that
or cast your blame on others
The internal quality of the soul
is yours alone, my brothers
ScrutinyInFaith 