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 waited.

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.