I’ve been in a place where I’m overwhelmed by injustice
and reminded of non-attachment all in the same instance.
It’s that place where deep abiding love
and concern and the desire to protect
comes smacking into conflict with personal spiritual values
of nonviolence and compassion and noninterference.
So what to do?
I breathed deliberately and slowly.
I let go of something heavy and familiar,
let it’s generational legacy slip from calloused hands
and then sank easily back into reality, looking up at the sky and the sun,
feeling it on my face.
And I knew then, again- it’s always again, isn’t it?-
that I can be wrong and it’s just a meaningless judgment
worthy of laughter and delight in the love of the one
I never have to understand to love.