Mosaic

Sometimes what you are feels like so many things A million stories glued together into a mosaic that resembles a great work of art Or at least what aspires to be An aspiration that remains stubbornly in place Regardless of the number of times you have to piece yourself back together Maybe over time it becomes something you don't even recognize A piece of art fused together over and over from fragments An imperfect presentation of skin and bones, movement and energy, ambiguities and Contradictions An intriguing mishmash of choreographed and improvised music All of the things we try to be All of the things we try to do All of the thoughts that create the music inside us A quaquaversal outpouring of mind, body and spirit Simultaneously fueling us and depleting us A train of vitality speeding towards destinations That encompass mini universes of disparate harmonies Searching for resolution One thought goes here, one in the opposite direction One into the future, one back to the past One on the magpie perched along the winding boulevard of hope Our scattered insides answering the tango of life With the multi-hued spontaneous melodies of our being Constantly turning this way and that Haphazardly toiling to assemble bits of bravery To shape the surges of life coming at us Guided by the tug of war emanating from our internal satellite As it attempts to weave our heart's deepest desires With the ever-evolving energies of life and our response to it A beacon endeavoring to steer us in the right direction But sometimes the lines of communication are down Or we become overly focused on chasing the autopiloted commands of our egos Instead of allowing the melody of our most vibrant dreams to navigate us Or when our well-intentioned GPS misses the road closed sign And we find ourselves barreling through the bumpiest most untraveled routes When we are least prepared Sometimes our sky simply notices the song the moon is playing and Momentarily we are set adrift in the closest state of being to what life is truly about And as we take steps forward, our destination is often well-defined one minute, then nebulous the next Ambivalence the most reliable blueprint we have to follow Providing an easy target for unplanned obligations and Handsome distractions to come in and cause minor deviations That over time land us in a completely different star system Than the one we had hoped to find at the beginning of our journey Doubts embellishing our dreams Fears toying with our ambitions Temptations smooth talking our good intentions Sometimes in the span of a few heartbeats As we surrender to the comfortable routines That give our vulnerabilities a soft place to land To think that the steps we've taken to reach this moment are written in permanent ink Yet where we go next, what our path could look like from this point onward What our mosaic might become That is infinite