The scattered pieces  
Appear to be broken 

By virtue of 
Their disconnectedness 

From what used to
Take on the appearance 

Of wholeness
For the sake of creation 

Each piece is complete 
Unto itself 

Bringing completeness 
Where once was 

The disconnect of
This holy emptiness 

The entire universe 
A life to be lived 

Out in the open 
Empty and boundless