Between stimulus and response
There is a space A choice A reality That Viktor Frankl lived And shared So eloquently Even amidst The most egregious of atrocities Exists this space No matter the oppression The suffering Or unbelievable disarray It cannot be destroyed The space Ineffable Waits for you to see it To feel it To know it's alive You will be hurt You will be hit You will be stomped into the dirt You will be forgotten You will be misunderstood You will be left to wonder Why You will be belittled You will be attacked You will be made to feel like You don't exist But by the breath in your lungs You do By the soul traversing the Veins to your heart You are By the mystery who made it alll so You will forever be Anger you see is an emotion Not a dictum to scream To Maim To Hurt Anger, frustration, sorrow, resentment Cannot be choices Because they are not the space Living in it and being it Are not the same you see My house I have to hold my joy But how could it be me? The space cannot begin to judge Does not keep a lock and key It simply offers us all the choice To think of what could be If we choose instead to sheath the sword And forget an eye for eye Stopping the path that hurt had walked So love could ask us why We think we need to say such things To get away from pain Tossing them into another's life So we can feel the gain The up, the lift when it's not us That carries the hurt inside The burden become the other's yoke Their problems to deny The space you see is here to help So we don't have to throw The hurt we feel when other's speak And seek to break us so The space can melt and transform the hurt If you believe in love If you believe in other's joy If you know what's above So thank you sir for this beeautiful space That at first I could not see Thank you for knowing there was a choice For us to know we're free
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