Bow before it.
It is not what you think it is.
Feel its power.
Until there is no division between 'self' and 'anger'.
Until you cannot call it 'anger' at all.
Until there is only fire, passion.
But no violence.
It reminds you, when you have forgotten,
That the power of life moves through you.
That you have a voice.
Do not pretend it is not there.
No need to act it out, either.
At its burning core, discover courage.
To hold your path, fearlessly.
To speak for those without a voice.
To stand up for truth, with passion and dignity.
To roar with love.
and anger, so often misunderstood,
has a home in you,