Judge Not

I'm okay. You seem haltless. I'm brilliant. You lack lustre. Could a wolf condemn a cow for being herbivorous? Can a rose in full bloom slam a bud from the same cluster? Doesn't the code of 'live and let live' make rights vigorous? Forgiving frees my heart; forgetting makes me feather-light. Doesn't a fresh-water bath cleanse and refresh my physique? Doesn't my absolution make my foes forget their spite? My heart should be full when I give. No gift; for me, I seek There's a dustbite in my brother's eyes. There's a speck in mine. I see the dust. Do I, like rays through a lens, penetrate? Can the blind lead the blind? Jesus asked. Is all, with me, fine? To remove the speck from my eyes, why do I hesitate? The sun does not judge. Either the moon or the stars do not. Why should I, a dust of dust, bring on beings any blot?