Poetry: 'Just...'

There are a many I forms
that believe themself to be
just an average persons,
but they are something more to me.

Where the world and their existence
may be for them a place in time;
for me, a space to exercise intention
and to sculpt & shape their minds;
whereabouts to excavate invention
from the depths of dream & being;
an extension of some nothingness
where things aren't what they seem.

There are many people
that view Life as "things I must...",
trusting only in those things
they hear, see, smell, or taste and touch.
And, while such an existence
may, to them, seem quite robust
How fuller it would then become
if viewed as more than "Just..."

For them, it's just the way things are.
it's just a life to plan.
it's just another day.
it's just a beach & sand.
it's just in the nick of time.
it's just plants & animals to see.
it's just a sun that shines.
As such, a boring place to be.

For me, we see things as we are.
it's a life we co-create.
it's another opportunity.
it's a meditative state.
it's luck or fate or happenstance.
it's life, that is like our own.
it's the constant of a warm embrace,
a miracle, a marvelous place,
an empirically exciting space,
for ALL on Earth, it's Being,
and seems to me a precious home.