Maybe you could answer this for me…

Maybe you could answer this for me…

Why do humans love feeling guilty?
Guilt is a terrible friend; boundless and measureless…
You really shouldn’t hang out with it…
It will lead you to remote and scattered places.

I know a truth about guilt…
Stop trying to fight it…
With no resistance it will disappear all on its own…
Because guilt is a coward, both fleet and fleeting.

The wind is a much better friend…
And so is the golden sunshine…
Try looking a butterfly directly in the face…
I’m certain you will find music there.

Your heart is like a flower with countless pedals…
Your life painted upon each one…
There is no pedal called guilt.
That color does not exist on the master’s pallet.

I met you along time ago walking on this same path…
We, together, being the precise flavor…
We have come all this way together…
Guilt is an unwelcome stranger.

I love you,

Annie