What’s this scattered across the floor

Thousand piece puzzle

Broken glass

Million pieces all the same

Sitting

Staring

Into space

Lost in thoughts of present moment

Struggle to pair or piece

Interlocked

Adhered by other means

Resist

Accept

For all have a purpose

Assembling not required

Where does the joy come from?

Putting together of scattered pieces?

Merely in the presence of all there is?

Sitting with broken pieces

Joy was always present.

~Ani Po