Finally

 

You were not commanded
to re-act.
Let strangers taste
the fruits they have chosen.
This is a dance
of broken stems
bleeding untainted sap.
After a thousand lifetimes
  attempting to change the world
you'll finally breathe
without trying
to fix anything,
not even yourself.
Love will flower
from astounded stillness
of the will.
You'll awaken to entanglement,
tiny creatures like yourself
overflowing with tears,
and you'll be reborn,
perhaps,
as a dripping chalice
of honeysuckle.