Tapestry

Hidden threads 
weave and unfurl me 
Obscuring the potential 
for nirvana sewn into me 
Crafted meticulously 

Stitching a truth 
that often eludes me 
that I've been tearing 
since cognizance dawned on me 
Closest approximation 
of recovery 
is admitting 
I'll forever be torn 

While all this life 
It swirls around me 
In breezes 
In gales 
In waves that deluge me 

Slow drag of quicksand 
Just enough purchase 
in mysterious purpose 
to briefly 
halt my sinking 

So I gather data 
Make deductions 
Reconfigure riddles 
in my skull 
where they're clinging 
Sensing all the while 
the confusion is 
as it should be 

Paradox 
embodied in flesh 
Part of a grander tapestry 
A tapestry bright 
Connected but torn 
Shredded and born 
isolated entities