I can try to affect policy changes,

I can go on long walks

or sit in dharna and fast.

I can try to meet

and speak with govt. officials.

I could write fiery speeches and essays.

I could resolve to keep marching

until something has

actually changed.

Although,

perhaps the

real work has only begun,

when I start to examine

the finer structures of my own mind...

and I see in myself

the same things

that I fight

in society.

Then slowly,

begin to push

at my edges...

allow spaciousness

around all these ideas and ideologies

that I cling to

so dearly.

When thought takes the form of

un-moulded clay,

soft, supple

and infinitely receptive;

Then,

I can finally move

into

the center of the whirlwind.

Then, I can pause,

to enter these questions: they speak like tiny whispers

coming from the chestnut box...

What are the lines that draw goodness

from the bad?

Who are the ones that decide right from wrong?

What is the kind of love that opposes hatred?

and where,

where can I find this thing that separates myself from the 'other' ?