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Patterns in the Chaos

I love finding
Patterns in the chaos
When order emerges
From disorder

I try not to mind
Immersion into chaos
When the irregular
Overcomes the regular

These are all
Fundamental states of being
And who am I
To argue with reality

I walk through life
Leaving impressions
Footprints in the sand
Thinking
I’m leaving my mark

A few gentle waves
Erase a footprint
A sustained wind
Fills it with sand

Impressions
Are ephemeral
As am I

I stand, oblivious
In the pool of being
Casting ripples
I do not see

They spread
Interact with the ripples of others
Creating interference
Patterns of confusion

They rise to become waves
Washing over the lives of others
Sometimes pummeling them
Like breakers on the shore

The obstacles in my path
Alter my flow
Creating new patterns
Of experience
In the eddies

Beautiful patterns
Surprising, exquisite
Challenging, evocative
Alarming, provocative

Transfixed by the tumbling
Flecks of pulverized shell
Riding gentle wavelets
On a wide, shallow beach

Heavier than water
Lighter than sand
Carried by forces
Greater than they

I wonder at the patterns in the sand
How they got there
The intricate harmonies of line and shape
What could create such beauty?

Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves

In the time it takes
For the flood to wane
And the wave to recede
Back to its ocean source

I will wash away
The tears of my last failure
And gather myself up
To have another go

Caught in the maelstrom of thoughts
I am lost in a chaos of possibilities

So I breathe
Let go the thoughts
Dispelling
The chaos

Until I am conscious
Only of being

The rain
Clings to the moss
Clings to the limbs
Clings to the trunk
Clings to the earth

While the light
Clings to them all
Clings to me
Clings to my mind
Clings to my heart

I watch the flow of time
The rise and ebb of civilizations
Like waves rolling up
On a long, shallow beach

Each wave believing
It will roll on forever