BROKEN

this world is broken
falling apart at the seams

continually grasping for something
to affirm that it is okay 
maybe security solidly awaits us
just beyond that next horizon 

or hey, maybe it is not okay
it was never okay
and that is okay
okay

look, it is already washing away
glistening and empty
the moment that it appears
gracefully undoing itself as it becomes

striving for perfection is a battle
we can spend our entire life exhausted 
because again we lost our cool
again the teacup broke

imagine that this never makes sense
that it remains one long, drawn out resignation
punctuated by moments of surrender
humility, and if we are lucky, insight

falling apart has a charming rhythm to it
waves valiantly rise at the shore
aware that they will tumble back
and dissolve within themselves again

there is a generosity in letting go
relaxing our grasp we gently offer ourselves to the mystery
and finally we fall
into sync