The Quiet Revolution

We wage peace with open palms
Each breath a rebellion
Against the empire of noise
Each moment of presence, treason

In the shadow of falling towers
We sit, unmoving
Our stillness more dangerous
Than any weapon they possess

Be the stone in the stream
Breaking the flow without moving
Be the space between thoughts
Where power cannot follow

They built prisons of distraction
But cannot jail awareness
They forged chains of desire
That dissolve in meditation

Watch how armies falter
Before those who simply sit
How authority stammers
Meeting eyes that see through roles

Our revolution spreads
Like dawn through darkness
Not by force or fury
But by simply being here

In corporate corridors
Someone stops, breathes, awakens
In surveillance states
A mind becomes sky

We overthrow systems
By refusing to believe them
Topple regimes
By seeing their emptiness

Each moment of clarity
Is a palace crumbling
Each flash of presence
A revolution complete

They cannot arrest awareness
Cannot handcuff consciousness
Cannot jail the space
Between thoughts

We are the quiet ones
Who change everything
By changing nothing
Who win by not competing

Our manifesto is written
In morning dew
Our anthem sung
By temple bells

Let them search for rebels
They’ll find only empty cushions
Let them hunt resistance
They’ll catch only their own shadows

For we are not fighting
We are becoming
Not opposing
But exposing

The truth that was always here:
Power is a dream
From which we’re awakening
One breath at a time

In the end, empires fall
Not to armies or arguments
But to people simply sitting
Perfectly still, perfectly free

This is our revolution:
The radical act of presence
The militant stance of peace
The fierce power of being

Watch how mountains move
By staying where they are
How silence spreads
Like light through darkness

We are the quiet revolution
That cannot be undone
Because we fight with nothing
Against nothing
For nothing

And in this nothing
Everything changes