In the box, the puzzle is complete and whole. Outside, scattered pieces, each alone. Then each piece begins its quest to find others that fits best. When the puzzle returns to its previous state each piece disappears into a peace more great....
Between the beats of my pulse, between the exhale and the inhale there is an empty space where all is still. In my youth, I anxiously waited in the empty space for the next beat or breath to engage my attention. Now, I rest in the space where nothingness reigns. From here, I can appreciate the wonder of creation....