Life is a giant jigsaw,
Thousands of motley shaped pieces;
Work, family, home, hobbies, relationships,
I try to fit neatly together.
Constantly, I search for the next piece,
A new job, home, dress, diet,
To create a better picture,
Of what life should look like.
As I strive harder to find the right one,
To wedge that perfect looking job,
Into other ever moving parts,
A growing sense of unease arises.
For I see that the picture guide,
My mind has been trained to create,
Through parents, school, generations of society,
Is fundamentally flawed.
The focus on the piece,
Choosing bright harmonic colours,
Instilled with significant content,
Yet shaped to be compatible,
Engenders a striving,
To find perfection in the fragment,
A resistance to viewing the bigger picture,
Where shadows compliment the light.
Each branch of the puzzle unending,
The pieces multiply with my attention.
The more I strive, the further and hazier,
The goal seems to be.
My attention stays stuck on the outer,
A perpetual desire to change the effect.
What if I change the image?
Shift my focus to my inner Beloved?
Trust that He’s handed me,
The perfect piece.
And ask for His Love,
To help me place it.
The one He hands me,
Is not the easiest to place,
Or the prettiest to look at.
Not what I would have chosen.
A dark shadowy fragment.
Sharp edged and oddly angled,
Awkward to handle,
Ugly to the eye.
An irksome blast from my past,
For so long avoided.
A relationship severed,
An attitude entrenched.
Through Love’s guiding hand,
These difficult parts of the puzzle,
Transform into the magnificence,
Of realisations hard won.
It’s not about the puzzle,
Or the picture it creates,
But seeing that in each conundrum given,
Lies the potential for Grace.
For each fragment of karma gifted,
Becomes sacred when alchemised
By the well of Love within.
Bringing me closer….
To mastering the art,
Of the Master puzzler,
Of becoming the force of Love,
That guides the way.
To stepping out of the never-ending
Enigma of life,
And into the ultimate destiny,
Of my own divinity.