I will not let anyone walk through, my mind with their dirty feet,
So said the great Mahatma, but I forget in the moments of heat.
The snide remark, the offensive comment, become a guest in my mind,
By becoming a prisoner of such hate, to myself I'm not being kind.
What consumes your mind, controls your life, is an age old adage,
I need to rise above petty things, need to daily turn a new page.
I can't control how others react, but I can with compassion respond,
Show compassion first towards myself, stop ruminating- move beyond.
Not everything deserves a space in my soul, let me fiercely dirt refuse,
Be a gatekeeper par excellence, and ignore slights which are of no use.
Why to burden myself with that, which is not mine to carry,
Let me make room for life to flow- be happy, be merry.
Each interaction fills your soul with energy, that can be negative or inspiring,
Choose to absorb that which nourishes you, and excrete the rest by the morning.
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