we are finding ourselves undoing an image of beauty,
but the image became familiar
and with familiarity a false sense of normality,
and we failed to see the lines that separate the pieces.
The lines exist.
The lines exist because of the puzzle’s rhythm,
the deconstruction, examination, construction, contemplation
of the puzzlers’ practice,
like the winter, spring, summer, and fall of Creation’s experience.
Where are the puzzlers’ now?
Some are in the winter of deconstruction, others in spring’s examination,
moving toward the summer of construction and the fruitful season of
contemplation. Yet, some are emerging in their own seasons,
and the puzzle is waiting, simply, for the new image that it will
reveal to the world.