the peacefulness of chaos
is where contradictions go to harmonize,
where linear minds wander
with shoes untied,
where knowledge, having manners,
does not work,
where slavery generates
an alternate universe
and its humdrum
becomes the backdrop to musicality,
where a reframe is always next in line,
where answers hold no water
and doing forges a sense of being into light,
where oppression can only stir
but not contain,
and where where is not a poster
but a generative term.
chaos is the fragileness
of not knowing into comfort.
chaos is an observer's term of self reference.
peacefulness gives up on the control
and widens the canvass
of radiant participation.
all colors lead to the same essential source.
but naming all colors
is a prejudicial stance in the making.
actually naming is a human's polite way
of distancing,
as a mutuality
of separateness gains status and account
and experience becomes
that tally-man of awareness.
all contractions are the words
of the evolutionary bible,
for what can't be embraced remains
as separate from.
find me an act
that embraces the audience into presence.
find me a team
that generates hive mind.
find me a way
for not looking to become.
I want a kind of confluence
that goes without saying.
I want to be mindful
without any details needed.
I don't need thoughts
as front-door welcome mats.
I want feel
that has collective human ocean to it.
I want to abandon
prideful species exclusivity.
why does intelligence
want to make a line of order
when the whole universe
is sacred curvature
ever scribing?
chaos is the natural observation
of integrity misunderstood.
everything has constant passage
and we look forward to our death
as a final remark.
as if why send a post card
if you don't put a stamp on it?
why be a package of essence
if you can't wrap it?
so when was language ever the gift
and not just the delivery?
there is a peacefulness to chaos,
but unfortunately,
it doesn't package into spoken words . . .
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