It is not another

It is not another
Dark color of the stone
Deep in the chisel marks
Where the hammer was thrown

Where the edges are formed
And names and dates are made
We are only seeing 

Light seeping into shade

No exaggeration

No exaggeration
And nor a willingness
To forgive, yes forget
Follies and silliness

Pastures so much greener
Behind the strongest fence
The sun is brighter too
So much brighter than whence

All of my abstractness

All of my abstractness
Is hanging upside down
It may look right to you
But all I see is frown

Does it truly matter
Australians on their heads
We lay down on pillows
With our backs to their beds

Seeing the openness

Seeing the openness
And not a soul in sight
Soldiers in unmarked graves
Black on black, white on white

In this small portion of
A life that lives in All
No one is following
And not a distant call

Pensive without purpose

Pensive without purpose
Idleness of thought
Teeter totter center
Boat on an isthmus caught

Here, my only shadow
Nothing else can find shade
Answers leaving questions
Cards held but not yet played

Here in this sense of One

Here in this sense of One
Chaos is making sense
In the ethereal
Vapors replacing dense

And purpose finds its place
The moment miracle
The tips of our fingers
Touching the lyrical

Compassion composes

Compassion composes
For every instrument
We can all play a part
In greater sentiment

The love for oneself is
Not the greatest of all
Love is greater than one
It's an assembly hall

You are nothing more than

You are nothing more than
Goal posts, rigid and fixed
Not cheering the athletes
Any empathy nixed

I've chosen the sidelines
Past the bleachers beyond
Away from the sports field
And happily withdrawn

Simply spectacular

Simply spectacular

Like one and one is two

Moments lasting minutes

And not just blinking through

Old souls walk the gravel

That stone stands out for me

And likewise chosen to

Become the greater We

Julia Jackson Prayer

Clearly I’m  beautiful
The brown skin of my hand
Whatever shade is yours
Is equally as grand

There's not one type of tree
Flower, fish, horse, grass, rock
How dare you to expect
Humans to be one flock

No part of me is here

No part of me is here
No sign of my before
As if I left nothing
When I passed through that door

Yet my encounter with

A granular, a small

A part of me was left

Behind and towers tall

Complacent and complex

Complacent and complex
Simplicity is gone

Walking with an unrest

In the rouging of dawn

Another complete day

The fire is left unpoked

The coming rain will wash

The words we left unspoked

This is not intellect

This is not intellect

All emotions at best

Raging flooding river

And a view from its crest

Dissection of feelings

What's the weather today

So much to accomplish

So much to throw away