There’s a posture of heart
That sees life as a series of events
That happen to us
And our response to those events
Is somewhat inevitable,
Somehow putting the responsibility on another.
If you stumble on a stone
The stone is at fault
For being on your path,
Or if I am angered by something you say
It is your words at fault
For aggravating me.
Or if I am offended by something you do
The fault is entirely with you and your deeds
And my heart is just a burn victim.
But what if all along
You never had good balance
And your eyesight was dodgy
And the stone was merely awakening
What was already there?
What if your bursts of anger, offence and irritation
Were quietly festering in your heart all along
Simply waiting for an opportunity?
There will always be rocks on our path
But not every one will cause us to stumble.