Compassion instead of anger, love instead of hate, us instead of me…

Yes there is fear

But it doesn’t have to be hate.

Yes there is isolation,

But it doesn’t have to be lonely.

Yes, there is a hasty purchase,

But it doesn’t have to be stingy.

Yes, there is sickness.

But it doesn’t have to be a mental illness.

Yes there is even death,

But there can always be a rebirth of love.

Awaken your choices about how to live now.

Breathe today.

Listen, the factory sounds behind the fuss.

The birds are singing again

The sky is clearing

Spring is coming

And we are always surrounded by love.

Open the curtains of your soul,

Even if you can’t touch

Sing songs against the empty square…

Richard Hendrick, an Irish priest, wrote this poem (The Retreat) with how compassionately he spoke of the side of life, the impossibility, the difficulty, the hindrance, the inaccessibility and the unreachable. In these days when we are cursed and looking for people or things to direct our anger, I think he mentioned that life is superior to everything, and how naive it is, not by pulling, using force, bullying, but by giving birth, feeding and raising itself. As Viktor Frankl said, “The only thing one can do, even in the most difficult moments, is the freedom to determine one’s own attitudes”. While these days of quarantine may seem like the times when we feel most trapped in our freedom to choose our attitudes, they are still in our choices. We can still choose compassion over anger, love over hate, us over me. There is an infinite source for this within all of us, it is up to us to choose to look at this infinite source. It’s impossible not to see it when you look.

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