The Ordering of Chaos

The Ordering of Chaos

“Chaos Ordered”

How do you make meaning out of nothing
A wondrous feat without compare
How do you make reason from nothing
Logic says it is impossible
Yet the basin of reality exists where I am found
And there, all things become
Patterns aplenty even in the stye of the eye
Bones and stones echo your tone
Autumn and spring write the saga of seasons
Winter and summer inscribe their worthy plotlines
Look unto these and you will find my thoughts
In meditative fervour on these, will you think my thoughts
Find me and draw near hither

The evidence is apparent to all
Unchained from the blindness of pride
I am in all pandemoniac settings
Everything everywhere all at once
You have to call me
Meaning resides in my essence
And in the incandescence of randomness
I am the catalysing stillness
Even in man’s exigency for sustenance
I have written the answer they desire in them
Look deep and you will find it
Emblazoned on the tablets of your heart
My personal footprint, my nature’s imprint
In all life is my signature, signed

I am the labyrinth of every named thing
The complex of all complexes
I hide and reveal not as a game
Every action steers to a fullness
Every inaction steers to the fulfilment of purpose
For the simple, I am the height of simplicity
And the wise, Wisdom exemplified
Life’s own psychedelia spells out truth
Known disasters, unknown graces taper to a point of discovery
Religions of the earth, philosophies of the West, sages of the East, cultures of the northwest
Make me known in some capacity
Again, I tell you
I hide not

Ask your enemy, ask your brother
There is an awareness that is softly perceptible
Even those who work as arch-nemeses
Those who war against understanding the foundational exegesis
Of who I am, what I am, how I am
Even they, know that I am
And boy do they quake

People
The pursuit of happiness
The enjoyment of life
The victory over strife
The source of wellness
The peace in the midst of a storm
Everything good, everything you have found true
Whatever things are lovely, pure and praiseworthy
The intricate storytelling of human history
And its ethereal counterpart
In omniscient capacity and omnipotent ability
I delivered all to you

So no, I did not author pain
I did not rend peace into tatters
I am not the architect of human struggle
Where you find the brokenness of life
Where you find the noise of evil
You will not find my hand
But know this
In all that is anathema to you, is to me
I am ordering the chaos