Chaos is celebration
without the burden
of outcome.
Chaos is a breakdown
as break through.
The use of expectation
as a integral technique
of the moment
is set aside as inoperative.
Chaos invites a reach
from a deeper place within
to surface and function
with immediacy.
Chaos alters the priorities
and more incisively
directs the attention spent
on momentary self-directives.
Chaos allows for the shadow
of burdensome self-consciousness
to become
ever so slightly separated
from the immediate self
of action in response.
These blessings come and go
without the benefit
of accommodation or acceptance.
Chaos is thus seeing circumstance
as a provider for an all out caring.
No contingencies, no withholds,
just reaching with connectivity,
like a spider spinning
a late afternoon web
not really knowing
what it will bring,
but ever sensitive to the call
of the immediate surround.
Chaos, for some, is an outpouring,
a rich authorship of self,
given credence
and a life circumstance
upon which to foster and nurture
from more deeply inside.
Chaos has an upside
that normal reality will balk.
It is a door of self-permission
with unfinished sentences
and tonal clarity shared,
said silently in refrain.
Chaos is celebration
without the burden
of outcome.
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