In the light of Judgment

In the light of Judgment 

There lies within each heart

a section where judgments

recline on velvet couches - 

honed from the fat 

of experience, seasoned with 

kindness and empathy, and -

tempered with a gentle hand, 

and quiet visage - such 

judgments stay privately

held unless called forward

by need for moral witness

or pleas of personal request -

 - For judgments unleashed willy-

nilly defended as inaliable rights 

to opinion voiced - are the skeleton 

keys - opening the box of Pandora -

irresponsibly releasing crested chaos 

of conflict, cruelly rocking the sweet

boat sailing through the calm waters of 

peace of mind - immovable, immutable,

 judgments held with squinted eyes, closed 

ears and hearts -those- create crashing waves 

in the sacred sea of the one connected world - 

Yes, the fact of judgment is human

and common place - In its place -

secured as the hallowed hallmark 

of individuality - its unexpression 

another hallmark of gentleness of 

a kind spirit- born on the wind of 

compassion and respect and 

even delight in differences of

one and all, each and every. 

Judgment reclines on velvet

couches in the inner chambers

of our pysche - One may accept,

revel even debate differences

always aware that difference may 

lead to new knowledge of self 

and other -secure in the fact 

that even a mudslide

of critical judgment 

can never dissolve 

the core of  

a centered 

self