Sealed within by our own hands
Our centres wait, linked,
Calmly being with the ALL
As unaware we
Carry out our lives
As if they were
Clashing bits of jigsaw
And we, ever trying to fit them
All together - looking
At the pieces
Scattered in our minds,
Tenuously happy if we
Gain a glimpse of what
Might be a pattern.

Busy, busy, busy. Our minds
Keep re-arranging the bits
Not seeing beyond them
To That which ties them all
To All.