Reflection on my life as it is

How do I hold it all, my life 
Gently, tenderly, angrily, pityingly 
Knowing it hangs, like an ill assorted, loose fitted garment 
The weave and pattern 
Complex, changing, or running together 
Like a huge jigsaw puzzle Randomly tossed by life
Dense and dark in some places But always with light filtering through 
Put this way
I don’t even need to hold it
I don’t even have a big enough container 
Just my being present to each fragment of experience 
Allowing it to filter through my being 
Staying open to the fluency of shifts and changing interpretations 
Knowing clearly my time span is limitlessly limited 

—Jean Lopez

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