Putting the Pieces Back Together
Was whole all-along
What’s this scattered across the floor —
A thousand-piece puzzle, broken glass,
Million fragments, all the same.
Sitting.
Staring.
Into space.
Lost in thoughts of present moment.
Sitting quietly enough, still as such,
We listen with an attentive ear.
Cluttered by the day, infused with sound — Natural rhythms, often trumped
By a favorite song from a favorite source. Struggle to pair or piece — Interlocked, adhered by other means.
Resist.
Accept.
For all have a purpose.
Assembling not required.
Time lapses beneath a favorite tree, Or nestled in a sacred setting. We travel — song to song — Clearing thoughts, escaping the day — Finding ourselves in vibratory match.
Where does the joy come from?
The putting together of scattered pieces?
Or merely in the presence of all there is?
No Mind. The purity of the song emerges. Birds, squirrels, passing fox — Gifting new melodies, As the Canvas of Life was meant to be heard.
Unaltered.
Magical.
The animal kingdom speaks.
This morning, with coffee in hand, Little Red scurries across the yard —
A red squirrel, sharing a song To me, and whomever wants to listen.
Joy was always present.
~Ani Po
Recently, I took on another remodel project — a bathroom that was five years overdue. My usual way of doing things wasn’t going to work this time.
With no time off from work, I had to learn to chisel away at the excess. A difficult process for someone used to bringing down the thunder and completing projects rapidly.
Five months later, we’re coming to a close. It’s been a worthy experience on so many levels. Nothing but gratitude in my heart.
I realize the Pictures do not follow the words on this page, but all things flow simultaneously.
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