Broken

I often think it necessary to make sense
of this broken and scattered world.
How else can I find meaning there
without awareness of why it broke
and who made it scatter.
In awareness, I seek meaning and purpose
but i never do see it and the more I try
the thicker the fog comes in.
If not awareness
then maybe acceptance.
Will acceptance finally scratch my itch to know
or will it merely stop me from the seeking.
I see my heart as the place
where all the breaking and scattering happens.
I find meaning in acts I perform
to gather each piece and
with three part epoxy
glue it back together.