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 seeing-born need

Is the seed of true revolution.