If only we would cease giving others
Reasons to resist our presence,
Bear ourselves
With what we burden them,
Leaving no reason for blame…
Then…that great silent rage
Hidden in the human heart
Would have to be seen for what it is:
Violence looking for a war.
Such a discovery would awaken
Within the discerning soul
The immediate, most intimate need
To be the embodiment of peace.
This new need — born of seeing
Is the seed of true revolution.
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