Are you beckoned to offend?
When I was a child I didn’t take offense. I didn’t embrace others purposely trying to hurt me.
Over the years third parties pointed out comments aimed to offend me.
Likely these third parties were suggesting-I stand up for myself. Yet -I was having trouble recognizing the insults.
As I got older I began to hear what I had been unable to- when I was innocent.
Comments spoken from an injured place-
targeted at me.
I spoke not-
rather silence ensued.
I simply began the journey
Ascent to my head-
Or was the offender a mirror?
Was I seeing my own anger-
my own unhappiness reflected back?
It is no wonder-
I did not rise up
look them in the eye-
confront the smallness in them...
Instead I took the words-
as an attack and invitation-
to close up my heart.
I didn’t hold my head up high
where once purity reigned
Inch by inch I curved in my shoulders-
protecting the beauty of my heart?
Hunching down till my eyes only saw deception.
the older version of me decaying?
If only I could have stepped back-
to see my wounded heart-
for love in others as in myself.
A hardened heart sedated by an elusive past
Enslaved in deception-
trapped on an untraveled road?
my deceiving mind-
Spirit of gratitude lost
Until I grew tired of whining.
Grew thirsty for truth.
A revolution within-
forces competing for existence.
Realizing the madness and magnitude of the deception-
I looked deep inside- for truth.
as a proposal-
undemanding and ever patient
No promises -
Every breath love.
Every heart beat disarming energies of unlove
Every blink seeing past the illusion of offense
Silence disarming poisonous words.
Responses filled with truth.
Each step powerful
Each rhythmic heartbeat a dance of joy
Each exhale gently making way for the next moment.
Nothing to offend.
No reasoning intentions-
only conscientious silence flowing.
Nothing more and nothing less than-
What is beckoning your heart?