The world is made of little blocks
Of slate and marble, rock and stone,
Puzzled pieces interlocked
Of what is hidden, what is shown.
Place the like ones both together,
His to hers will make a whole;
If we have to question whether,
He and she must go alone.
Light reflected blue and green,
Below the surface less to see;
We cannot love what can’t be found,
Or even know what it might mean.
The shapes of voids are always changing,
Add a part, but lose the hole,
Find the answer to the puzzle,
Behold, another puzzle grows.
When the outside is completed,
Central parts will shape the key;
Test the many sided fragments.
Which is you, and where is me?
Always changing, never done;
Always many, always one.
The puzzle is but ours on lease,
Quickly find another piece!
- Finding the Light of G‑d, page 116