Cracks

If life were to be seen as a series of cracks,
Cracks that ran through our minds and our hearts,
Cracks with the ability to purge and renew,
Cracks that came and went, formed and healed,
Cracks made of love, cracks made of sorrows, cracks everywhere,
In the crackedness of this ever evolving mass called life, do you see the grand design?
Do you see your cracks, cracks made of anger, of kindness, of loss?
Can you spot the supporting cracks that have made you, who you say you are?
Cracks are questions and also the answers,
If you look hard enough, you’ll see the deeper cracks from the shallow ones.

The Song of the Sufi Masroof