Ideas don’t leave their source

Ideas don’t leave their source, they dwell within,
The anger, the fear, the shame, the sin.
They don’t shoot out to a boss or a friend,
They circle back, on you they depend.
You judge the driver, you feel the sting,
The judgment’s yours—it’s not out there, it’s within.
You curse your bank account, feel insecure,
But that insecurity only finds your door.
Feelings are boomerangs, returning to stay,
Not punishing others, just clouding your day.
Resentment toward others, it’s your own snare,
A loop you’re trapped in, a weight you bear.
We think, “If I’m angry, they’ll feel my fire,”
But the truth is simple—it’s your own mire.
The judgment, the hatred, the guilt, the despair,
These are the burdens that you choose to wear.
Forgiveness, then, is a gift for you,
A release of the chains, a perspective anew.
To let go of anger, resentment, and pain,
Is to free yourself from the endless strain.
For giving and receiving are one and the same,
The love you extend returns in your name.
To harbor ill will is to drink your own plight,
To forgive is to step into freedom’s light.
Ideas don’t leave their source; this is true,
Whatever you give, you receive it too.
So release the hatred, the pain, the despair,
And awake to peace—it’s already here.