Who can say one way is better than another?

Who, then, is the arbiter of good and bad, better and worse?

Some live in bushes

Some live in mansions

Some create messes

Some clean them up

Some are gentle 

Some are fierce

Some fall apart

Some build up

Who, then, is the judge and jury?

Beyond all judgments,

something else lives.

Beyond all choices,

something else stirs.

Listen to the life flowing 

under the surface of things.

Meet all with kindness,

greet all in peace.

Who then?

No one, really, in this world of limited vision.

See beyond,

and greet each day with renewed hope.