If only we would cease giving others
Reasons to resist our presence,
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.