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