Pieces Of Me

Little bits and pieces,

Falling back together.

For so long they were scattered all over,

A mess,

A puzzle,

A literal natural disaster.

Yet, it was a beautiful mess.

It was a perfect storm,

A way of life that seemed normal,

Natural and real.

Every other person lives within a similar kind of inner storm.

What is normal anyways?

There is no true comparison.

Those pieces,

Those scattered missing parts,

They found their way back.

Like a magnetic connection.

An inner knowing,

A rhythm of understanding where they belonged.

Nature always knows.

She’s always listening,

She’s watching,

She’s feeling.

Every aspect of human or living being,

All connected,

All apart of this one life.

All healing.

All knowing.

All one.

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