Unclench your fist;
anger is not the way.
Unclench your heart;
the radical act is compassion.
Buds, cocoons, broken shells
teach us to change through non-violence,
a passionate expansion of wings and petals.
Yes, things burst, but only
as beats of rhythm within rhythm.
Save your blood for deeper
more musical veins, the ones in your heart.
The real revolution is to breathe.