There is a prison many of us live in, I call it “The Prison of the Self-Righteous”. Oh, could I have all the days back I spent there-days in which I lived in the dark, thinking I was free.

In this murky place we hide our own feelings of wrongness with the puffy arrogance of  righteousness.  We forget our own fragile glass house and throw mighty stones at others.  We seek to hide our dark deeds with egregious judgement of others. We inflict suffering and as it goes, a double measure of angst showers us with karmic fallout.  Until.

Until we awaken to the realization that we can forgive ourselves and others by seeing that we all possess varying degrees of light and darkness.  No one passes the perfect gauntlet, we are both the blind and the sighted as we stumble, fall and rise again-and again.

The “Prison of the Self Righteous” has an unlocked swinging door. Within its dank walls are the suffering slaves to judgement-and just a few step away-the sun shines on the forgiven.