Meeting Blame With Curiosity

 

When fingers point and tempers flare,
Don’t fire back, so unaware.
To echo blame just feeds that flame,
And you will walk a bit more lame.

 

Let the fire die, let the ego fall—
It’s not about you, after all.
Hold to the calm when the storm begins,
That’s the space where true strength wins.

 

For trust is not a risk-free land,
It’s betting big with an open hand.
People act on what they perceive,
Not always truth—just what’s believed.

 

Let the fire die, let the ego fall—
It’s not about you, after all.
Hold to the calm when the storm begins,
That’s the space where true strength wins.

 

Defensiveness, that urgent guard,
Means some idea got hit too hard.
But if that self can know it’s safe,
Blame finds no place, and you look brave.

 

So now when blame comes knocking loud,
Greet it softly, not proud or cowed.
Maybe you slipped—or maybe not—
But blaming back yourself you’ve shot.

 

Let the fire die, let the ego fall—
It’s not about you, after all.
Hold to the calm when the storm begins,
That’s the space where true strength wins.

 

Even when you must walk away,
You might return another day.
Leaving clean, without that fire,
Builds a bridge—and lifts you higher.